The rain in my hometown, the lingering beauty, the hazy beauty, is as fascinating as poetry.
I like to lie on the windowsill and look at the lingering rain outside the window, smelling the smell of my hometown mixed in the rain. The continuous drizzle gently dots the transparent glass window, like tweezers filled with shining stars. Crystals, crystal clear and beautiful, gradually blurred my sight. Through the wet window, I saw thin rain falling like silk
forming countless parallel lines in the air , small haloes appeared everywhere where they landed, and the waves rippled layer by layer, as if a ballet dancer gracefully dropped her elegant body to the ground with her toes, which filled people with infinite reverie. The green grassland in the distance is receiving the baptism of nature. Instead of letting the rain weigh down your head and let it hang down, you raise your head and confidently look up at the sky, sucking in the sweet nectar to nourish yourself and grow yourself.
I like to hold a big red umbrella and walk on the path washed by the rain. Every time I take a step, beautiful flowers will bloom at my feet and countless beautiful water drops will splash. It is my footprint, the imprint of my growth. Gently turning the big red umbrella in my hand, the rainwater on the umbrella fell smoothly, forming a curtain of water around me. That sparkling curtain gave me the most beautiful experience. I am a person in the rain in a beautiful painting. In the hazy rain, there is a woman walking with a red umbrella.
I like to sit by the river and listen to the music of the rain, feeling the wonderful narration in the rain. The rain is still falling, as hazy as silk, as misty as mist. The turtles in the river swam happily around and played with each other. The small mouth opened and closed, spitting out many bubbles. The fish bubbles and ripples collided with each other, creating infinite beauty, and together they composed a beautiful piece of music.
I love the rain in my hometown, the poetic rain.