rain

In the blue sky, one does not pay attention, the silk blue is filled with gray, and in a twinkling of an eye, the sky becomes pervasive.

For a long time, the gray in the sky was born out of nothing. As time went by, the gray condensed like a whirlpool and deepened bit by bit. Gradually, it has become a deep black, and the lightning that flashed from time to time is even more pale. Diffuse, spin, condense, release. Numerous water mists are still trying to climb higher, but they are unable to do so, swaying in the air, and finally stopping in the darkness, accepting the punishment of failure, falling. The smog shrouded the earth, and the residual rain gradually became pattered. The white sky sang a beautiful requiem in this intoxicated and slightly bleak eyes and smile. What a beautiful sight this is. Countless raindrops, from small to large, trembling in fear, followed by death. The swaying silver in the air is a beautiful picture of death, playing for himself the most luxurious funeral.

The raindrops slammed on the ground, and the huge impact caused its body to splash high, then fell again, leaving a deep mark, this is its grave. At the same time, thousands of raindrops also picked up their graves and turned them into dust. Poor raindrops can only fall on the body of the companion, drifting in the wind. Trees and flowers trembled in the rhythm of this death, and they wanted to smash in the vast land with the rain, but they were pulled by the wind.

The night came again, but the rain went even bigger. Numerous raindrops slammed down and slammed into the broken body of the old tree downstairs. It is immediately bent by the pressure. However, it did not want to traverse the streets, but they struggled to pump, but they did not expect to use excessive force and leaned in the opposite direction. Its people are also peeled off, and rubbish falls on the dark streets. In a few moments it was pumped out of the bare pole, desperately unable to pray on the ground.

The rain is still going on.

The third day: 潇雨漪涟