In the rain of Douala, Mambar, resigned, empties the water that has returned to her house with the help of her children. Arriving in her sewing workshop, the same ordeal begins again. In turn, the clients parade through her workshop with a single word in their mouths, the preparation for the start of the school year. Mambar hasn't bought anything for her children yet. Her days are long, the expectation of her children is great, but will the Douala rain let the sun shine on Mambar and her children?