In February, it began to rain warmly.
It's a cloudy day. Gray clouds are floating low in the sky. It has been raining since the afternoon, which makes people suddenly feel the warmth of recovery. This kind of rain, without continuous rain, is difficult to cure our strong hunger and thirst for spring.
The sky was foggy and raining. I saw pedestrians holding umbrellas and wet horses passing by. Even the monotonous dripping sound on the eaves sounds pleasing to the ear.
My curled-up body began to stretch, and I felt an indescribable joy. Walking into the yard, I saw the rain rustling on the filthy snow. Looking out again, the residual snow was melted by the rain, revealing the dark gray land. The field gradually woke up from hibernation, revealing a face covered with mud.
The withered bamboo forest, persimmon tree, plum tree, and all the trees in my field of vision, whether dry or branched, were wet by the rain. Just like just opening your eyes, everyone wants to use this warm spring rain to wash their dark and dirty holes.
How comfortable it sounds when the water is gurgling and birds are singing! It's raining, even the roots of mulberry fields can moisten through the rain!
The snow and ice melted and the road was muddy. In the days when winter has passed quietly, the most pleasant thing is the willow branches that slowly bloom buds. Through the treetops, I looked at the gray sky in the south at dusk.
At night, I listen to the warm rain and the rain alone. I feel that spring has indeed come.