What are the compositions about the weather?

In my impression, that spring rain always falls gently on that early spring night, as if it brought people unexpected surprises; It seems that she is afraid of disturbing the dream of the world, so she is so quiet, caressing the thirsty earth and mountains like a filament, wetting every corner. When I get up in the morning, the first thing I see is the bright green of spinach and shallots in the garden. The delicate green is in sharp contrast with the yellow border stalk next to it, as delicate and touching as a natural landscape painting. Looking at other places, all kinds of grass and small wild vegetables have emerged, as if a child who had slept all night had a comfortable stretch after waking up and arched soft and moist soil from the light green or lavender leaves. It's not very warm at this time. Even if the sun is shining, there is still a chill in the spring breeze, so the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are not open, and only small lavender buds appear on the branches. The earliest flowers were some old cabbages planted by my mother on the sunny side of the fence to produce rapeseed. A few bunches of tender stems rushed out of the cabbage, and in a few days, clusters of small golden flowers blossomed. As soon as the flowers opened, butterflies and bees buzzed, flew out of nowhere and danced around clusters of yellow flowers. The sensible spring rain receded before people woke up, which did not delay the villagers' work the next day. Many times when I wake up in the morning, it is gone, the rain has stopped, and the sky washed by spring rain is so blue that people are enchanted. At this time, our favorite thing to do is to dig sprouts in the field with a small wicker basket. The air in the field is clear, the wheat seedlings are green, the wind is warm, and the little lark sings crisp. The fresh air mixed with soil and the fragrance of various weeds or cold-resistant flowers suddenly went straight into the nose. Take a deep breath, as if suddenly smelling the breath of spring. We ran wildly on the soft ridge with a small basket on our backs until the shadows on the ground were short, only to realize that we didn't dig a few bitter bean sprouts. So I stopped jumping and began to look for tender and bitter bean sprouts carefully. Bitter weeds stick out purple buds from fluffy and loose soil, carefully dig down along the buds, gently shake off the soil, and unsheathed bitter weeds appear in front of you. Put it carefully in the basket, just like gently putting a sleeping baby. When hungry, bitter bean sprouts only cover the bottom of the basket. When I got home, I was always scolded by adults, but with the basket of tender and bitter vegetables as a cover, I was scolded a little less than usual. It is a good dish to wash the bitter vegetable buds with clear water several times, put them on a plate and dip them in soy sauce. But I seldom eat it, because it is too bitter to appreciate the beauty of wild vegetables. Only grandma likes it best. She said that bitter vegetables can reduce fire and improve eyesight, so most of the bitter vegetables we dug were filial to grandma. This year's spring rain has not yet fallen, although it is time for "good rain to know the season"