The Life of Rain in Modern Poetry

Tick-tock, it died as soon as the rain fell, but that was its most beautiful moment.

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Dark clouds covered my heart and eyes.

Let me not see the gorgeous world.

Until it thundered.

Take me to earth.

Where do I want to go?

Sea, forest, river, mountains and rivers?

These are so boring

Can I put it on the baby's forehead?

Make him like naughty raindrops

Can I pour it on a girl's hairpin?

Let the young man in the back give her an umbrella quickly.

Can it be sown in the field after a long drought?

Let the villagers be overjoyed

It's a pity that I am a drop on the road.

Cold concrete floor.

A bicycle passed by.

A pool of muddy water

Emergent memory

The afterglow of the sunset strung raindrops on the leaves on the roadside.

Like yellow pearls.

A little girl stared at the tree quietly.

smile

I gradually lost all the colors.

tomorrow

I am with the sun.

reborn