Rain-like Poems in Kunming

The rain poems in Kunming are imitated as follows:

I don't know when it started, but I suddenly realized that it was summer, and Kunming, which has four seasons like spring, has also entered the rainy season.

The rain in Kunming is changeable, sometimes gentle and sometimes violent. It's so fickle. Sometimes it makes people feel blue, and sometimes it makes people feel comfortable.

Every morning, you can almost see the rain. When I opened the window, fresh air came in and I took a deep breath. Wow, how fresh. Cool breeze, blowing in from the window, blowing my face, this may be another day full of expectations.

However, the rain brought me more desolation. Whenever it rains, I always look at the cloudy sky. Seeing this, I knew it was going to rain again.

Look, sure enough, but after a while, the sky was littered with soybean-like raindrops. Sitting in the classroom seat, listening to the disturbing rhythmic sound of heavy rain can not help but make my mood more depressed.

If someone asked me to evaluate the rain, I would say, "I hate the rain!" " "You may have some questions," Why do we all feel relaxed and comfortable in rainy days, but you hate it? "

I hate rain, but I only like the rain in the morning, because it always brings me new expectations.

As for the rain at other times, I can only laugh it off. I hate it because it always reminds me of things I don't want to think of. I hate it because it always makes me feel quiet around. This silence makes people panic and feel lonely.

I hate it, because it always doesn't pick the time and always comes at the wrong time, which makes all plans go up in smoke. I hate rain, because it doesn't know how to stop, only knows that it will rain when it stops.

But even so, I still hope-after the rain, there will be a rainbow.