Copying (a snowy morning) into (a rainy morning) is a poem.

This morning, when I was sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by the biting cold wind. So I stretched lazily, heard the sound of "rustling" rain, looked up at the window and saw the drizzle outside, which was very cool.

I got up quickly, got dressed and went outside. I saw the ground was wet, some energetic young people were running, and some radiant old people were walking under umbrellas. ...

I looked at the clock and it was already 7: 50, so I asked my father to take me to the Children's Palace. Along the way, I saw a layer of misty mist, endless traffic and people coming and going. Dewdrops are condensed on the flowers and trees on the roadside, as if there is a new life trembling on every green leaf, which is very beautiful.

It's a rainy morning, and I like it!