I vaguely remember that when I came home from school, it was raining outside, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. At this time, I always put my bag on my head while complaining, and ran home all the way, frowning at the stains on my trouser legs, but I was helpless. I don't know when I started. I have a special feeling for rain and gradually fell in love with rainy days.
At this time, it is still raining outside, and small raindrops playfully beat on the window, making a ringing sound like a wind chime. I picked up my umbrella and walked into the rain curtain, but the rain became smaller like hide-and-seek, and part of it fell on the umbrella, but I saw that the umbrella was wet and didn't hear the rain. I walked in the alley, and there was some water in it. I walked carefully on the water, but I still heard the splash of water, as clear as a violin.
After a while, I seemed to hear the sound of rain falling on the umbrella, and the urgent muffled sound was overwhelming. Suddenly I felt a little cold, and the wind blew untimely. Whispering in my ear is mixed with rain stars. I walked in a hurry and put down my umbrella, but I still couldn't stop the baptism of wind and rain. Raindrops fall on the pond, rippling, like the ringing sound of knocking on the glass; The rain dripped on the leaves, feeling very stuffy. I seem to hear the opposition of the leaves.