As a child, I loved to rain. I like the comfort that the rain brings me, the quietness, the tranquility, the ease, the contract.
Let the cool raindrops fall between the hair, let it go from the hairline to the ends, dye the wet eyebrows, lightly soak the shoulders, moisten the cheeks, gently button the thin lips...
I sniff its fragrance, savor its fragrance, close my eyes and indulge in it, some people say that I am stupid, some people say that I am crazy, but the meaning of this, only I can perceive.
Last night I slept deeply, a night of wind and rain and thunder did not wake me up, in the morning hurriedly took a few bites of food to go to the rain, I went all the way to shoot, intoxicated, in the rain, all things were cleaned, quietly independent in the rain and rain, feel the freshness brought to them by the rain. The scenery by the river is more green and fresh. Maybe the new leaves were too tender and too oily, with only the clearness of the raindrops on them, but no raindrops. The spring wind is slight, I can only see the tilt of the rain curtain, but I don't see the swing of the branches, there is a pool of clear water under my feet, I bent down and saw my cheeks wet by the rain, haha, the feeling of rain is so comfortable. Looking at the river surface again, it is all a small circle of raindrops falling and rippling up, and during the gaze, a small fish flips out of the water and jumps into the water, so beautiful river!
Quietly enjoying the rain, listening to the sound of the rain, it is like falling into a dream that does not want to wake up...