Poem

I like summer rain.

Summer rain,

is not like spring rain,

is not like autumn rain,

is not like winter rain. A faint resentment.

Summer rain

is more like an impatient child,

it rains whenever it wants,

it rains wherever it wants. Where,

Never secretive or evasive.

Sometimes the summer sky

is like the gloomy face of an old private school gentleman

The rumbling thunder

is his angry rebuke

The sound of crashing rain

Which cloud made the mistake?

I didn’t have time to hide,

I was hit hard on the palm by the old gentleman

Tears suddenly turned into a downpour!

Sometimes the summer rain also

"Moistens things silently",

It is the eyes with tears,

In a blink of an eye, it is over again Xiao Yu smiled happily.

Before the ground was wet,

the rain disappeared into

the chirping of the birds.

Look, Rain is like a big spider.

Everything in the world is

webbed in the rain as dense as spider silk

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But, I want to say,

Rain is more like a messenger from God.

It is she who washes away the dust of the earth

cleanses a fresh world

moistens all living beings

the dull soul