Do you like rainy days? Why?

what can I say? I like rainy days, but I hate muddy places, because it will bring great inconvenience to my travel and life. But if it is in a very clean place, I expect rain.

When I was a child, it leaked when it rained in the countryside. I hated it. The thing to pray every day is not to rain. In that case, it's really raining heavily outside, and it's raining lightly at home, so many pots are needed to receive the rain in different places. When I fell asleep, I suddenly felt raindrops on my face. I looked up and another place was broken. For a time, I felt that rain was my most annoying thing.

When I was a little older, my family moved to town. The house I just bought at that time felt particularly beautiful after renovation. My favorite thing to do every day is to lie on the windowsill and watch people coming and going outside. I wonder when it will rain, so that I can feel what it's like in this house that won't get wet. Finally, God seemed to hear my request. It rained that night, and it rained harder and harder.

I felt very happy, so I stayed on the balcony and watched it raining cats and dogs. I put my hand out of the window. The impact of the rain even made my hand ache slightly, but I didn't reach back and grabbed the rain tirelessly. The only thought in my heart is that I will never get caught in the rain again, and I don't need to use many pots to receive water. Then I moved my whole body to the balcony and sat there. I opened the window a little, and suddenly the cool rain swept in with the wind. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy the process.

Such an ordinary rain made me happy there for nearly an hour. Finally, I couldn't stand it. It was so cold that I closed the window. When I close the window, my heart is warm, as if there is only one window. I am so far away from the storm outside, I can see the huge rain outside, and even see many trees being slapped. I took out my diary. It says: It rained again today. This is the first rain after I moved to my new home. It's raining heavily, but I'm not afraid at all, because the rain can't come in any more, I'm soaked to the skin and I have to get water from a basin. With these childish words, I hid my notebook, which may be the most beautiful rain I have ever experienced.

The rain itself is not beautiful, but when I am in that situation, it seems that the rain has brought me a baptism. It was at that time that I began to like the rain, like walking in the light rain, and I was very happy to watch others' slightly flustered steps. I watched others enjoy the peace of mind in the rain.

So I like it, but not only because of the rain, the real happiness comes from the deep heart.