When describing the night scene outside the city window when it rains heavily, you must have a sense of picture and be beautiful.

Night, coming, is a rainy night, it seems that because of the rain, the night has become longer-

Rain, almost with the arrival of night, is falling, casting a mysterious veil over the night. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly. Ah, that's great. It sometimes eats mulberry leaves like silkworms; Sometimes singing like a bird; Sometimes it sounds like beating gongs and drums. Suddenly a muffled thunder passed through this natural symphony, which spread far and far with a deep and powerful voice ... After the thunder, the symphony seemed to change its mood again. I seem to see rain dripping along the lines of leaves, and I seem to smell the fragrance of the soil washed by rain, which makes people feel fresh and transparent.

"Bang" and "Hua", the sound of rain hitting objects such as window glass and cement pavement, formed an unknown March. After a while, the rain ticked, without rhythm and regularity. Lying on the windowsill, feeling the cold and delicate rain dripping on the horizon, the world seems to have become much gentler because of this rain. Facing the wind and being baptized by the rain, there is an indescribable peace in my heart. The quiet rainy night brings me distant peace, and the rain also moistens my memory.

Every time I feel the smell of rain, my thoughts will be pulled back to the past, and every time I taste this unique charm, my sadness will be washed away. I don't know when I became sentimental, immersed in this cloudy and rainy world, forgetting time and myself, and my messy thoughts were washed away by the rain.

At the moment, I am intoxicated in the rain, and I am also intoxicated in my own reverie, daydreaming about whether to stop or move forward in the next second, daydreaming about whether to seize hope or miss opportunities, daydreaming about staying away from the noise of the world and adding colorful colors to the future. ...

The rain is falling again, pulling me out of my imagination. In the face of this rainy night, I was lost in thought again-

The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...