Beautiful rainy season prose

When the rainy season comes, there is always something melancholy in the air, sometimes romantic, sometimes happy, sometimes calm, and even an inexplicable impulse. But for a quiet person, no matter whether you have the other half around you or not, it will be the deepest, or a little lonely mixed with grass and soil. I don't know if I belong to this type. All I know is that when it rains, I like to watch raindrops beating on the ground and smell the dusty earth.

When I was a child, I liked rainy days very much. I always like to watch raindrops fall into puddles and form blisters one by one. That was when I was stupid enough to pick up bubbles, but the bubbles were right beside me and I couldn't catch them. My mother wiped the rain from my face with her hand and scolded me, "Silly child, even if all you want to catch is rain, you will get sick if you don't rush out in the rain like this." I didn't understand the meaning of my mother's words at that time. I just pouted and looked at the bubbles in the puddle. I was stupid and refused to leave. When I entered primary school, the bubbles in the puddle didn't attract me, because I knew I couldn't catch them, and I wasn't interested in knowing why. But I still like rainy days, because when it rains, I can wear water shoes, water clothes and umbrellas, and my friends get together to show off their rain boots, raincoats and umbrellas. When we see a classmate without these things on rainy days, we all laugh at him: lazy cats get wet in the rain. Rain boots and umbrellas are good toys on the way home from school. Boots can be used as attack weapons to shovel the water in the puddle to your classmates. If your opponent is quick-witted, you can use an umbrella as a shield to resist your attack. Of course, we won't be stupid enough to attack those partners with rain boots, raincoats and umbrellas, because when you attack him, he only needs to cover his face with an umbrella, that is, open the plug-in now. When I got home, my mother always blamed me for getting my clothes and socks wet under my umbrella and rain boots, saying that I was a fool. I don't want to pay attention to what my mother says at all. My mind is on eating.

When I was in the sixth grade, bicycles became our main means of transportation after school. There are many guys like me who often forget or lose their rain gear. Cycling partners compete for speed while getting wet on the way to school. No matter how strong the wind is and how heavy the rain is, no one among the boys will flinch. Whoever flinches, who is afraid of getting wet, becomes the laughing stock of everyone. In my impression, I seldom see girls being caught in the rain. I only remember that after school, girls always carefully spread their umbrellas and put on raincoats to walk slowly in the rain. Getting wet in the rain has become a part of our primary school life. This rainy season is always cheerful and childlike, but it has also become the shortest rainy season in life!

I live in junior high school, and the dormitory and teaching building are just a few steps away. Getting wet in the rain is no longer a patent for boys, but has become a treatment enjoyed by male and female teachers and students. After lunch break at noon, the bell rang, and many people flocked out of the dormitory, some walking and some running. The difference is that those who don't have rain gear must enter the teaching building earlier than those who bring them, but some boys are not afraid of the wind and rain and walk slowly in the rain. After the rainy season, there is always an inexplicable impulse, and that feeling is indescribable. Maybe it's because I have a girl I like sitting behind me silently, but it's too difficult for me to express my feelings. I can only pin my feelings on rainy days, hoping that she can feel her heartbeat in the rain. I don't know whether I like her because of the rain or because I like her. I only know that from then on, I deeply like this and can even drive my inner rainy season!

After entering the technical secondary school, the impulse of rainy season is sometimes strong and sometimes vague, but what I can confirm is that rainy season is the season when all boys and girls love to die. When it rains, you don't have to run 5 kilometers in the morning, and those who line up don't have to walk. It's a life-saving straw for this all-round militarized rainy season bureau of colleges and universities, not to mention that a student with poor physical fitness like me really wants it to rain every day. When the rainy season comes, everyone can spend more time chatting, playing cards and reading books in the classroom or dormitory. It is almost impossible to find decent rain gear in the boys' dormitory. No matter how hard it rains, cooking in the rain has become a common practice. No matter how wet it rains, it is important to prevent umbrellas from getting wet with hot food. For those old classmates in grade three, rainy days are the best time for them to fall in love. Looking at those couples who are fighting while hiding from the rain in the small pavilion or under the eaves, I am very eager to have a woman who can accompany me through this rainy season. But for a person who is not good at words, I will pretend to be calm and even refuse on the surface. After watching her deadpan turn around, what can I do but regret it and go up and explain to her that I was just joking? The estimated consequence is a slap. Songs such as "Sea of Tears" and "Can I report you" are often played on the school radio. These sad songs are mixed with the sound of rain, and the whole rainy season is filled with this melancholy atmosphere. All I can do is turn it off gently with the radio: it's raining outside, as if my efforts were dripping. Our class disintegrated after the third grade. Everyone was dispersed to all classes in the grade and the dormitory was changed. Everyone is in a low mood. After all, we also spent two years together. After a lapse of half a year, once-close buddies met just to say hello, which was both familiar and unfamiliar. Slowly, we will get used to it. Slowly, we integrated into the new class, with new friends and new infatuated objects. When we graduate, most of us hope that people in our old class can stand together and take a picture of graduation photo. I'm not sure how many people think the same way, but it's enough for me. This rainy season is sometimes happy and sometimes sad. Happiness is because you don't have to do exercises or exercise, and sadness is because of the joys and sorrows passing by.

A few years later, I entered the society. The rainy season is coming. Looking at the rain outside the window, I occasionally think of the past rain, but I don't feel as deep as before. I learned to watch the weather forecast and take an umbrella. I am used to walking home with an umbrella. This calm rainy season didn't last long because I was in love. The rainy season in love is always so romantic. We snuggled up to each other for shelter from the rain, dried the rain on her face with sleeves and put on her coat. When we open an umbrella, we always get wet on our shoulders. I feel that every drop of rain is sweet. In this rainy season, I slowly learned to care, know how to be modest, know how to spoil, and finally shed tears with distress. When we parted, it was raining in Mao Mao. When I turned and stepped into the rain, I felt that every day was sad for me, and the cold love withered. Raindrops have soaked my body. All I can do is dry the rain on my face and walk alone.

Perhaps time can really dilute everything, and gradually the joys and sorrows brought by the rainy season and few feelings have disappeared. The more it rains, the calmer I am, even forgetting that it is the rainy season. My mood will no longer be affected by rain. Slowly, there is no concept of rainy season in my life. I only know that when it rains, I have to take an umbrella to collect clothes when I go out. The city has been dry for two years in a row, and it rains for a few minutes in the next few minutes, not to mention the continuous drizzle that never happened at all. The rainy season has completely withdrawn from my life stage. Is it because there is no rainy season that my life is so calm, or is it because there is no rainy season that my life is calm? I can't answer it myself. This rainy season without "rainy season" is dull and tasteless. Although there is a little less impulse and laughter, it is better than the sad parting brought by the storm.

The drought has lasted for more than two years, and it is good to have more snow and rain. God finally opened his eyes and gave the city several heavy rains. Although it is not as vigorous as before, it can always bring a glimmer of life to the place where the villagers who once worked on the edge of the city had to choose to discharge pollutants. This rainy season is cheerful for most people, especially those with their backs to the sun and their faces to the earth, which is simply a timely help. This is a new beginning for me. I wonder if this rainy season can bring me joy. My heart used to be parting or heartache. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. The calmer I live, the more bored I feel. Whatever it is, I am willing to accept it, even if it hurts. I haven't cried for years. Crying should be as good as rainy season. The rainy season is back. I hope this rainy season is not as close as bubbles in a puddle.