Walk with me safely, 600 words is urgent! ! !

In this bustling and almost chaotic city, the four seasons always seem to stagnate. This year, I noticed that summer came for the first time, just because it rained a few times. Rain seems to be particularly sensitive to summer, and an unintentional cool breeze will make the dark clouds cry all day. I sat in my room, quietly watching the hurried rain. It must feel good to get wet in the rain, right? Unfortunately, I'm afraid of getting sick. Maybe it's more just because I'm past the romantic age of getting wet. Someone spoke on the open computer and seemed to wait for a long time: "Well, it's raining. What are you doing? " ? Look up at the window, look at the plane tree in the rain ... "I looked up at the window. The rain is like a string of beads pulled by the wind, but I don't see a buttonwood tree. A few more people spoke, all of which were water. Perhaps, summer is not as beautiful and romantic as we thought. The last speaker was a boy named Tianfeng, when it was raining heavily outside. He said, "Have you ever heard of Kim? This is a golden flower, and now it is raining like the sky ... "The faint sad tone makes people wonder if there have been stories of rainy days and golden showers like this behind him. I can't help but think of Ge again, the river in the sky, the bright summer days, the streets and lanes we walked together ... our encounters and stories are as beautiful as this rainy day. However, it is also in summer, when the speeding cars crush all the beauty that has just begun to happen ... isn't there such a quiet rainy day in heaven? Will he stand on the rainbow and stare? A chill ran down my cheeks, as light as the wings of a butterfly, and I realized that I had been immersed in memories for too long. No matter how beautiful the rain is, it will stop. Besides, it's summer rain now, and that story is far away ... If you don't return the air, maybe silence is the best answer! Standing up straight to open the window, I reached out and the rain was colorless and fell on my hand, as if it had melted into my skin. But they gather from the lower end of the hand, drop by drop, fall to the ground and bloom into countless transparent flowers. Put wet hands on your face, and feel cool, cool liquid slipping from your hands. At this time, the rain is not as heavy as before. Will it stop soon? When the rain stops, everything will become a cloud. After the rain clears, a colorful rainbow will appear in the blue sky, like water. From then on, I miss hanging on every empty and shining loneliness washed by tears, a river as lonely as autumn water ... a poem written a long time ago. I was shocked, and I began to think far again, and soon put aside my wandering thoughts at the beginning. The rain will stop soon. The cool air seems to tell me that autumn is coming. It's another autumn. I muttered to myself. Turn off the computer, it seems that autumn has really come. I should also look at this autumn and see what I will gain. The rainstorm has stopped. Write it as a short essay, entitled: Summer Rain.