moladda
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We Met in May
When I woke up in the morning, I hazily heard the sound of rain outside and thought it was finally raining. When I opened my eyes, the first image that caught my eyes was the sight of rain pounding on the leaves of the trees. I rubbed my eyes and involuntarily went to the window sill, as if I wanted to reconfirm that I was not seeing things. I saw the rain slipping off the leaves, cleaning the dust left on the surface over and over again, and they revealed their original fresh and green appearance again. The downstairs is sparsely populated with people passing by with umbrellas, some have added a coat, and I seem to feel a coolness coming on. Yes, it really is raining, the rain is just right, a little bigger seems manic, and then a little smaller is too soft, thinking that the crops in the field are finally saved. This is definitely a timely rain to relieve the thirsty and unbearable rain!
By moladda2 years ago in Confessions