Rain is poetry.

Flower season and rainy season

The flowers bloom luxuriantly.

Wet rainy season

The rain condensed on the petals.

Like wetting you.

Put down the flowers

Fall and bounce again

Green leaves catch water drops.

Fall into the soil

This is the flower season, right?

Open in the soft plum rain

The fragrance is plums.

Gentleness is rain.

Thunder drives rain in groups.

Just drop by

They left in a hurry.

Let Sun answer.

Or let the rainbow speak.

Wearing slippers

Looking at the blue sky

Step on cold water

You stand next to me.