After the summer rain

After all, the rain came, although it was not long, it was only about 30 minutes. The momentum is not small, pouring like a floor drain. In a blink of an eye, the rain tore the indistinguishable car, and Wang Yang suddenly appeared on the ground. It is rare for a gentleman to take a car without avoiding the road.

The rain stopped but the wind didn't stop, just not as crazy as before. It is especially cool and refreshing when it is wrapped in sporadic light rain. There is no rainbow in the west, but the tall buildings are tall and straight, and the trees are more and more lush.

There are pedestrians on the auxiliary road, wearing short skirts, shorts and slippers, and two children who specially pick aqua regia for intravenous drip. Grandma reached out to pull, and mom blew her long hair regardless of the cool breeze, making her short skirt unfashionable.

There is a paddy field in my hometown. I have called several times to urge me to go, but I can't drive if I have to quit. A large amount of accumulated water passing along the way is like a torrent in a shallow stream, spinning and desperately rushing into the leak of the sewer.

The early sown corn has sprouted, although it is still tender, but it represents the new strength after all, and will soon flourish.

There is an old man and several children beside Gua Tian on the farm. They are familiar with their clothes and look in a trance. They must be groping in the Woods after the rain. Just like my childhood, I lost the plastic rain paper on my head and the transparent wide-mouth glass jar.

It will rain again in the next two days, so it probably won't rain so heavily. It is enough for the old farmers to sing happily in the thick soil when the fields dry up and the valleys dry up after the wheat harvest. Just like life, how can you expect too much from everything that goes well?