Write a lyrical composition using a season of rain as the descriptive object.

Autumn Rain

I like autumn rain, it has a unique taste. The autumn rain follows the fallen leaves, swirling mischievously; the autumn rain is thin, like silk threads, gently hitting your face, like a warm silk scarf.

Autumn rain is a small drop, but it can fall all day long. It's not like summer, when the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass; it has no smell, but it can give people a fresh feeling. These days, I can feel such freshness every morning. Walking in the rain, the countless threads are intertwined and float to the face and eyes. I simply threw away my umbrella and thought, why not enjoy such beautiful rain?

The raindrops seem to be telling people their sorrow and endless resentment. They are so light. People in the rain walked in a hurry, but ignored all this beauty. Oh, is this a dream? I really want to touch this raindrop gently, but it is so small. Waves of wind blew by, and the rain was like a naughty child, running forward, running...

Perhaps Qiu Yu is more sentimental like a girl, it is soft and pitiful, but it is so delicate. The crystal dew flashed on the fallen leaves, flashed...the ground was wet by them, and in the puddles, leaves floated like boats. The raindrops were jumping around one after another, and the sky's face became more gloomy, and it seemed to be angry. The raindrops became heavier, but they were still so light. They turned around gracefully and fell to the ground.

A cold wind blew and the rain stopped. I don’t know why, but I like autumn so much. It seems to be because I was born in autumn. Autumn gives me emotions. Love the autumn rain, how gentle it is. I like to read a book quietly by myself, perhaps it is the quietness that autumn has given me. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I looked up at the sky, and a trace of rain fell on my face. How warm!

Ah, this autumn rain!

The rainy season in autumn is depression and loneliness, just like my rainy season, it comes unexpectedly.

With a few sounds of exhaustion, summer left with a bang, but I didn’t expect that autumn would fall from the raindrops - even though the raindrops were lingering and gentle. I thought that the breeze would bring autumn to me, so I could walk in the wind and kiss autumn, but a rain extinguished the flame of hope in my heart.

The rainy season in autumn is depression and loneliness, just like my rainy season, it comes unexpectedly.

There is no poetry in the life of the third grade of junior high school, and the sky of the third grade of junior high school is only low. All the fantasies of the flower season were wiped out by the third grade of junior high school. So I fell in love with the maturity of autumn and the passion of rain.

In the evening, the rain fell in front of the window again. The dark room and humid air suffocated me. The sky couldn't tolerate rain, so it came to the earth and became an angel in the world. However, it made me confused... I opened the curtains and wanted to see the misty scenery, but the rain blocked my sight, so I Can't see the distance. The tears that were about to come out poured out at this moment. Just like the rain outside the window, I don’t know when it will end.

As the curtain falls, its black claws cover the earth. The rain outside the window is still falling, and it is a dissonant song. The sky was like black silk, and it was horribly hazy. It seemed like I was the only one left in the vast world. Fear, loneliness, and confusion were spreading in the air. Is the rain crying for me? If so, it will be a black elegy...

Open the diary of my childhood and slowly touch the marks on the paper with my hand. The past that was originally full of childlike interest has now become... I feel sad, those lost memories, like rain, water, smoke and dreams, are gone forever. I don’t know when the seeds of loss have been buried deep in my heart. After being watered by the rain, melancholy has broken out of joints, and confusion has grown crazily.