Autumn rain

The pale sky is not a bit blue,

The dazzling sun of the past has disappeared.

There was a chill in the air.

It is going to rain.

"Hey, hey"

The raindrops fell down by drop.

The leaves are under the head,

The flowers bent down,

Pedestrians on the road rushed home,

The pond rippled in a circle.

"Shasha, Shasha"

The drizzle is mixed with light smoke like fog.

It’s time to pick up the rain.

The building in the distance has become awkward.

Flowers and trees suck the sweet rain and dew,

The children happily step on the rain,

Splashes of water.

"Hey, hey"

Heavy rain came with a thunderbolt.

The sound of the rain, the "rumbling" of Lei Gong, the sound of the electric mother,

Formed a special piece of music.

The rain stopped! It is bright!

It is wet everywhere.

On the leaves, on the grass, on the petals,

Left a drop of rain and dew.

I opened the window,

Fresh air comes from the pavement.

But unforgettable,

It is still the rain that is about to enter the fall season.

The third year of the second country of Dongshan, Huainan City: Li Xin