Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 242 (Rain Season)
I like the rainy season, the wind and the leisurely white clouds in England in midsummer.

The morning light climbed up the window lattice, and sprinkled on the beige-brown desk through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and off-white curtains.

Pedestrians in twos and threes on the street complement the fresh green plants.The white sun in the east and the starlight that has not passed away are lingering together, which is a huge background board.

Thick clouds of mist cast over the lawn and the lakeside, and a hazy drizzle fell on the swaying leaves.The shadow of the tree whirlingly leans against the dark green wall.Sparse shadows slant horizontally, dark fragrance flows.

The clouds are overlapping, and the moonlight is dark.The morning light is faint and the drizzle is continuous.The sun is filled with the smell of ooze after the rain, as if you are in the dark green ten-mile peach forest.

The van bumped onto the road.There are dots of raindrops on the car window, there are faint larks in the bushes, and there are still cicadas and squirrels chirping day after day.

I like the rainy season, the stars and the moist air in late autumn.

I often stand alone under the eaves, holding a small umbrella, the rain is not heavy, but I don’t want to take a step away from the eaves.

The dust and sand turned into mud in the rain, and the smell of flower mud seemed to linger on the tip of the nose, and the thoughts in it were entwined with the fragrance of ink, floating far away.The rain not only soaks the car windows, but also makes the night hazy, and the beauty is unknowing.At five or six o'clock, the sky was already dark.Looking up, the lights on the road are brightly lit, depicting the deep affection in a prosperous place.This affection comes from the nostalgia in the rain.

The light rain fell on the eaves intermittently, tick-tock, and it also hit the softness in my heart, bursting out with slight water waves.The wind by the sea shuttled through the bustling crowd, blowing the leaves and making rustling noises, disturbing the tranquility in my heart and stirring up faint ripples.

I like the rain, and I like to stand in the rain with you.

(End of this chapter)