It always comes suddenly, quietly and noisily. I'm coming.
Its symphony has three rhythms: calmness, excitement and relaxation.
First of all, peace, light rain, plants playing music, excitement is aroused.
Excited two beats, the moderate rain turned bigger, the lightning flashed and thundered, eased and continued.
Slow beat, leaking and spilling, birds singing turned, and the rain beads ended.
Then it was half a sunny day, followed by a few thunders and proudly left.
Children's self-edited poem "Spring Rain"