The sky is blue, listening to the rain fall
Text/How Lucky
The light rain in front of the store kept falling, dripping on the ground, splashing Makes ripples in circles.
It gives the street corner wind in early summer an extra coolness and lingering poetry.
The rain came slowly and suddenly, and I stood in a curtain of misty rain, watching the rain blossoming on the ground; listening to the low singing of the raindrops. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. . .
It seems that every raindrop is a happy note. It makes different sounds according to the size of the raindrops, rising and falling with each other, like a happy rhythm, making the faces of passersby smile.
The rain in early summer is gentle, quiet and sentimental. It lasted a whole day, washing the green plants spotlessly, full of poetry and painting.
The continuous drizzle will always bring back many memories and past events. It reminds me of the small town in the distance and you in the distance.
In the slanting rain, I seem to see you holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking towards me from the long rain alley. So I wrote about the beauty of your lilac flowers with tenderness.
A gust of wind blew by, and the raindrops wetted my eyes. It turns out that you in my memories are the thoughts that I cannot touch the most. But I still can't help but miss you.
I like the feeling of listening to the rain on a rainy day, I like to imagine your long black hair among the rain flowers, and I miss your pure beauty.
I prefer to write you into the continuous drizzle. That kind of thought is deep-rooted and unforgettable.
Because of my thoughts in the rain, the distance between you and me is no longer thousands of miles apart. Because of words, my memories have an extra warmth. The word "rain" is enough to describe my most beautiful lovesickness.
On rainy days, the rain is like poetry, and the poetry is like you. I'm listening to the rain, and I'm listening to you. . .
About the author: Liu Qingmei, whose pen name is Duo Luck, is from Linyi, Shandong.
Personal hobbies: I like modern poetry, I like to look at the beautiful scenery with my heart in the beautiful world; I like to read poetic life with love in beautiful words.