Rainy season

It’s a rainy season,

I like it,

I love it very much.

I have tasted it,

Sweet, sour,

It is also tasteless.

I saw it,

Small, transparent,

I swept past me in an instant.

Leave a thin trace.

I touched its face,

Gently, softly,

Occasionally falling into the palm of your hand,

Deaf people.

It’s a rainy season,

My heart is cool,

There is no trace of pleasure.

I looked out the window,

Looking at the drizzle that passed through my eyes,

My heart has also become frozen,

Listening to the sound of water droplets in the puddle,

My heart is also like the tremor of "Drip".

what!

It was a rainy season.

Sixth grade: Zhao Wei