Poems about missing in rainy days

1. Cold and sad, Changting in the evening, and showers in the morning. All (dū) people have no intention of drinking at the door and are reluctant to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.

2. Affectionate parting is worse than (n m) since ancient times, leaving the Qing Autumn Festival in the cold! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? The rustling sound outside the window kept ringing, and I was awakened. I looked out of the window, and it turned out to be raining. The road was wet, and the rain fell from the sky and fell drop by drop before my eyes. My heart trembled slightly, and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't enjoyed the rain scene for a long time, feeling the fragrant, warm and unusual rain. The feeling after rain is refreshing. It's like washing away your dust and troubles, and everything becomes clean, just like the sky after the rain. 4. Blue sky, shining green leaves, glowing green grass, and air with earthy fragrance. The day after the rain is completely different from that before the rain, and the mood is the same. 5. Rain, falling on the ground, soaking in the soil and slowly infiltrating, has a course, bit by bit, which makes me completely unable to feel this process. Until my hair was wet with rain and my eyes were blurred, I couldn't tell whether it was a waterway or a dirt road. I stopped, but I woke up. He has dissolved into my life, just like the process of rain infiltrating into the soil. 7. I like walking on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The sound of rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air, and it is a different feeling and comfort to listen attentively to the sound of rain.