The sound of rain rang in my ears all night long... They were countless fingers stretching out from the sky, caressing the dark earth.

Amidst the pattering and chirping sounds, I silently listened to their contact with the earth.

They tapped lightly on the roof of my hut.

The voice was soft.

The thatch sucked the rainwater. Before the raindrops could make a crisp sound on the roof, the soft grass had already sucked them dry, leaving only a slight rustling sound in the night, like a low sigh... They fell on me

There was a hissing sound on the leaves outside the window, like many people applauding in the distance. The applause came one after another. This was not enthusiastic applause, but gentle and controlled, as if driven by an invisible force.

On and on.

On a lonely cold night, what is worthy of such applause?

They also bang on my doors and windows.

This irregular voice seemed to keep whispering to me: Hey, what are you doing huddled on the roof?

Come into the rain and we will wash away your physical and mental fatigue.

Come out!

Suddenly, they walked into my house.

First there was a tick on the ground, then there was a tick, clear and loud, like a trumpet in a symphony.

My roof leaked, and the rain soaked the thatch on the roof and seeped into the house.

Soon, the crisp ticking sound expanded to the table next to my bed and turned into a dull popping sound... Next, it was time to extend to my quilt and body.

I don't want to prevent their visit, and I can't prevent their entry.

Let them go, let the sounds in this room merge with the thousands of sounds in the world outside, let me become a part of the rain, moistening myself, and also moistening the world... The ancients chanted the beauty of nature, and they all

Love romance.

But I only love rain.

Rain includes drizzle, sparse rain, showers, heavy rain, heavy rain, light rain, overcast rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, good rain, dense rain, misty rain, drizzle, apricot blossom rain, yellow plum rain, bean blossom rain, mulberry rain, and downpour.

, timely rain has different appearances; the rain in everyone's eyes also has a unique charm.

The most lingering thing is the spring rain.

She is so gentle and tender, walking together in the light drizzle, it is easy to fall into a romantic atmosphere.

The most pleasant thing is Xia Yu.

She was so sudden and so enthusiastic, washing her soul in the torrential rain, and the irritability and blockage in her chest were swept away.

The most unrestrained thing is autumn rain.

She is so elegant, so relaxed, meditating leisurely in the misty rain, you will appreciate the mature charm of life.

The heaviest thing is the winter rain.

She is so stern and stunned. Looking back on the past in the pounding rain will remind you of your lost melancholy and the good night of attachment.

I really like to go shopping in the rain.

The dense raindrops dispersed the noise, noise and dullness of the metropolis, so the narrow streets in the past suddenly became broad and long; the light raindrops washed away the dust, filth and filth in the middle of the street, so everything gradually became brighter

Pure luster, green is greener, red is redder, more beautiful, colorful umbrellas, like graceful girls, embellish the streets with all kinds of charm.

I prefer traveling in the rain.

The solemn green mountains turned out to be so charming, and the deep green water seemed so gentle.

The jungle becomes moist and the stone steps become lighter.

In the rain, you can see the clouds flying and the fog rising, and they are ever-changing, just like life is unpredictable; in the rain, you can go boating in search of tranquility, the distance and distance are hazy, and you are in a poetic mood.

On rainy days, it is better to hide in a small building, hide in a shabby room, and meet with a few close friends, or drink tea and reminisce about the past, discuss the legends of heroes, and talk about the funny things of the world; or listen to silk strings in the rain, and discuss the Jiangnan style in the music, and the big strings

All small strings are intentional.

It’s nice to sit alone under the window and listen to the rain while reading, reading poems, essays, and good novels. It’s like bathing in the spring rain, drinking old wine, and seeing true love.

Some may be filled with sorrow, frowning and sighing, weeping for the ancients; some may be filled with joy, realizing their long-cherished wish has come true, and they have found a close friend for the ages.

I have a connection with rain, because many wonderful ideas sprout in the rain; I have a connection with rain, also because my sensitive mind creates many wonderful stories.

"Rain" by Cao Zhengwen The rain swayed straight down from the clouds. It was slow and gentle at first. After a while, the rhythm accelerated and the force became more and more fierce. It turned into a slanting rain arrow, and then the mother arrow hit the target.

Many more arrows were born, and the rain stars turned into steaming mist. The sky was all white, and it was difficult to separate the strands.

At this time, I always feel like there are many skillful hands in the sky, weaving a huge water curtain quickly and neatly... "Rain in Wuyi Mountain" by Quartz It has been raining for several days, and the sky is not sunny at all.

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I sit at my desk from morning to night.

The desk was placed across the window. I raised my head and saw raindrops dripping along the glass. I looked out through the glass and saw only a blur of raindrops. The raindrops dripped monotonically onto the slate floor under the window. I almost used this

The same sound has been going on for the past few days.

At first, this voice only reached my ears, and then gradually entered my heart. It tortured my heart very annoyingly, making me unable to put my mind on the book. Finally, at night, I couldn’t even put the book on the book.

I can't distinguish Zai's handwriting clearly... It's still raining outside.

The alley is very quiet.