When you are in a good mood, the rain hitting the banana trees and the water dripping in the pond all sound like natural songs. The ticking, ticking, pattering are all the singing of nature. Your body will be more relaxed and your mood will be more comfortable on a rainy night. Slowly you will enter a beautiful dream, in which there may be misty rain, green mountains and mist.
Of course, if you are in a bad mood, a rainy night will only bring you depression and sadness. "Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad."
This overlap of sadness can even make many people cry with the sound of rain on rainy nights. Cold and dampness may even invade your soul, making you feel like you are a leaf of Xiaoxiang bamboo with rain falling on it and scars on your body.
Rainy nights are an excellent time of inspiration for poets. The lingering spring rain, the hearty summer rain, the sadness of the autumn rain, and the desolation of the winter rain can easily touch the poet's heart, turning into moistening things silently, miserable and miserable, and the sycamore tree is also drizzle...
For a wanderer, a rainy night can cause severe physical and mental trauma, making him feel even more desolate. For a laborer, it may be a day of rest or a day of hunger. For farmers who are looking forward to rain, it is the sound of nature and fine wine.
What is your rainy night like?
Speaking of rain, I have an unforgettable experience: It was one afternoon during the holiday period in 1970. I was cutting grass for the production team in the field cornfield, and suddenly there was a strong wind and thunder and lightning. Suddenly, raindrops poured down head on. I was only 12 years old at the time. It was the first time I encountered this kind of situation alone in the wild. I panicked for a moment, ignored the grass and ran away with the sickle. I don’t know if it’s because I’m too short or the corn stalks are too tall, but the corn stalks that just popped up blocked me from seeing outside. In addition, the wind helps the rain, and the rain takes advantage of the wind and falls harder and harder, as if the sky is about to collapse. I ran to a cemetery with about a dozen graves and a big tree with an umbrella-shaped cap. I still can’t tell what kind of tree it is. I stood under the tree and felt that the rain was lighter. The tree caps were swaying crazily from side to side due to the wind, and I was shivering from the cold. Suddenly, another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and there was a loud crack of thunder. I seemed to feel something, and I involuntarily stepped forward to walk away, but was knocked down by the tree cap that rushed towards me. I struggled to crawl through the branches that were pressing on me. When I came out, I found that the tree body, which was as thick as the mouth of a noodle bowl, had been split in half. After a while, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the sun showed up again... Afterwards, the people in the village found out about me, and they said that I was lucky, even in front of my face, and that I was not called "Dragon Catch". He also said that the cemetery was haunted. From then on, whenever it thundered or rained, I was always a little scared. Now I am 60 years old. When it thunders and rains at night, I can't sleep. I wait until the thunder stops and the rain stops before I can sleep.
The rain at night is the most refreshing. If I am woken up, I will drink a cup of hot water and watch the rain flickering left and right under the street lights! I will go to sleep when I am tired! It feels beautiful!