The following is a beautiful paragraph describing the spring rain:
1. The thin raindrops are like flying catkins and snowflakes, floating down quietly and falling on my hair and face. and clothes, like tiny rhinestones dotted all over my body.
2. It started to drizzle outside the window. Small raindrops hit the window, splashing out stars and water. Two or three drops gathered together and slid down the glass window. Take a breath of cool air and wash away your fatigue.
3. It started to rain lightly in the sky, tick tick tick. It fell in the flower bed, on the grass, and on the window. I looked out the window, listening to the song of the rain, and closed my eyes slightly.
4. The rain is indeed not heavy, and it is dripping. It does not seem like rain, but like fog. The world in front of you is blocked in the rain as dense as a bead net. Looking into the distance, only a vague outline of streets, buildings, and pedestrians remained. There were a few more muffled thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be urged and became heavier for a while. However, after a while, it became smaller again. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body. The raindrops are cold on the body, but somehow there is a moist and warm breath in the air, as if reporting the arrival of spring.
5. The spring rain is continuous, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally.
6. The drizzle is misty, the drizzle is misty, the drizzle is as quiet and simple as a mountain spring. There is continuous poetry; the light rain that fills the sky is not gloomy or sad. Just fresh. Verdant green.
7. The rain is falling, and crystal water drops are condensed on the leaves of various flowers and plants.
8. In summer, it rains heavily. The raindrops from the sky fell straight down like beans through a sieve, shattering the mirror-like surface of the lake and scaring away the small fish that originally wanted to jump onto the water to see the rain scene.