Thoughts on walking in the rain
Like rainy days, whether it's Huang Meiyu in April or typhoon in July, people always feel a kind of release. It seems that you also like the rainy season, like the clean sky after the rain, and the peace of everything. Now this can only be a comfort to me.
Remember that afternoon? Waiting in the corridor, it is drizzling outside, thinking that the first rain of this spring has finally come, so unconsciously. I just wanted to run into the rain, but I heard your voice. You came with an oil-paper umbrella, so calm and silent. Silently follow behind me and walk into the rain together, listening to the sound of raindrops knocking on oil-paper umbrellas, listening to the sound of raindrops washing away dust, and the "pattering" footsteps of you and me in the rain. What kind of comfort should it be? At this time, "silence is better than sound" is so much. In this world of rain elves, you and I are walking, one walking behind with an umbrella, and the other walking in front without an umbrella. Come from distant space, tell everything about you, tell the season when you like rain, it is a sad and romantic season, it is your day and mine. The beauty lies in holding an umbrella, letting the raindrops beat at will, spinning the bone handle, the raindrops will splash in all directions, and the umbrella edge will spin into a circle of cornices. The beauty lies in holding an umbrella with the first love. What a beautiful cooperation. It's a little embarrassing to be at arm's length, but you can also leave the oil-paper umbrella and run hand in hand in the rain, giving young long hair and snow-like skin to the dripping ideas all over the sky. Then taste the cool and sweet rain on each other's lips and cheeks.
The rain will stop, but we don't want to ruin this scene. When I turn around and leave, I see the sadness in your eyes and my heart hurts. There is one thing I haven't told you. In fact, I also like this rainy season. Maybe I am not an expressive person.
Now, I don't know if this rain is your tears or mine. Being in a foreign city, spring breeze and autumn rain come from time to time. But there is no such affection as my hometown. On rainy days, we can only sit by the window alone, watching the outside world, watching the dancing of the elves and watching us walk in the rain. Sometimes, my heart moves and runs into the rain, so that it can wash away the dust of my heart and make my mood quiet again.
Look at the rain and listen to it, but I don't know where the person who holds the umbrella for me is.