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A Rainy Night |
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The pitch-black night seemed prepared for it, as the long-awaited summer rain
arrived tardily. The small raindrops fell without any rhythm, drifting with the
wind. Uneven, discontinuous, thread by thread, gust by gust, gradually, I
discerned its melody, it seemed to be its sigh. Suddenly, so urgent, so rapid,
it arrived with the wind. Whether it was the wind too swift or the rain too
hasty, they combined flawlessly, matching each other seamlessly.
"Rain in the mountains, wind through the tower." The raindrops, accompanied by
the wind, attacked relentlessly. Feeling the tumultuous storm, listening to its
angry and sorrowful voice. The bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, striking
the window, emitting a crisp sound. I felt it lamenting, crying for the night,
or shouting for the dawn? It was hard to know. I don't know when the wind became
cool and gentle, and the rain also sprinkled with its final elegance. The melody
was so beautiful, the rhythm was so graceful, leisurely and orderly, adding
color to the quiet night.
The rain came with the wind, and went with the wind, pattering intermittently,
leaving behind a hint of nostalgia. It left footprints for the wind, deep and
shallow...
The wind stopped, and the rain also drew its curtains intermittently, seemingly
compensating for this impulsive act. The wind came and went without a trace,
while the rain always drifted and swayed with the wind, leaving footprints for
the wind's brisk pace. What a quick rain! At this moment, everything was damp,
fresh and clear, washing away the dust, and the wind carried away everything
that should not have come. Occasionally, under the eaves, a few drops of rain
could be heard. Everything returned to calm and peacefulness.
A pitch-black night, a pitch-black rain. |
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