Another composition on rainy days.

In mid-air, clouds of white smoke floated around, hanging over everything around. It seems that the whole world will be swallowed up and become thicker and thicker. It's raining harder and harder, and everything immersed in it, except it, seems to be at rest. Everything is calm, silent, silent. I hold an umbrella and wander in the clear rain, listening to it sing high and low. Occasionally, I found a pool. The stagnant water in the swimming pool on weekdays began to boil in this rainy day.

Ding-dong, it ripples, slowly expands, and even disappears. The thin silvery white silk thread constantly breaks the mirror surface and interweaves with the splashing sound. The wind floated gently, mixed with small raindrops, and came at me. Gentle as a mother, warming me; As refreshing as my father, and cold with me; As kind as a friend, very sweet to me. Let my heart disperse with the rain, float with the wind, flow with the feelings and think with the feelings.

This vague and wonderful dreamland, this poetic fairyland on earth, reminds me that the continuous clear rain calls for all souls.

This moist realm of white smoke, this long and silent fairyland, makes me sing: I can't see wet clothes in drizzle, and I can't hear idle flowers falling.

This intoxicating realm full of flowers, this elusive fairyland, makes me sigh: it will be dark one day, and it will rain again. See you tomorrow for heavy rain.

Rain, big, loud, more moving; The wind, fast and fierce, is even more shocking. Ding-dong, Ding-dong on the small pool is even more enthusiastic and cheerful. The clouds are getting darker and darker; God, it's getting darker and narrower. Rainy days are full of storms, more beautiful and more exciting.

I'm still holding an umbrella and keep walking. Glittering water drops burst into my hand from the umbrella handle, cool and warm, and there is a self-evident intimacy flowing in my heart. Stepping on the fallen leaves, this endless soul is running, and my whole body seems to be full of strength, looking at the ordinary world in the rain and smiling.

I always want to find the source of happiness on weekdays, but now I know that paying attention to every moment of life is also a love for life and happiness. I stood for a long time, took my umbrella off my head and let the rain wet my hair, my clothes and my long-lost closed heart. Listening to the rain is still singing, singing all the time, singing hard ...