What are some good paragraphs describing the sound of autumn rain?

The hot summer has passed, and the sun is no longer burning the earth. The weather gradually turned cold, yellow leaves fell gently from the trees, and the children changed into sweaters.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard the tinkling rain, as if it were a light and lively music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful. The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass.

A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the world of mortals, and relatively lofty and refined. Nothing is difficult in the world, so why bother yourself. Let go of your mood and get a peaceful, peaceful and free mood. Rain washed away the glitz in people's hearts, cleaned up the chaos of heaven and earth and calmed people's mood. Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. The rain fell asleep and my heart danced with it. . .

The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue as the sea. Clouds of white clouds float slowly on the water like canoes sailing.

The autumn rain is falling and fluttering. As silk, as silk, as fog, as smoke. Cool silk falls on the face and flows into the mouth, sweet, like rice wine and honey, intoxicating, dreamy and infatuated.

The rain in the sky is floating a little, like fine sand flying all over the sky; It brings a hope to the green things on the earth, moistens the leaves, brings a pleasant taste to the ducks in the pond, and looks for the mystery of autumn.

Autumn rain swished down. Fine rain threads weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth.