I\nlook out the windows. It\u2019s raining cats\nand dogs outside. The droplets slap on\nthe ground are like millions of peas being poured on the floor. That tinkling is so sharp but melodious. The peas are forming a haze and I can hardly\ncapture the sight of my neighbor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\ngrab my umbrella and rush into the rain. \nThe air outside is cool and refreshing. \nIt seems to be full of the smell of mint. My shoes and trousers have been splattered\nwith rainwater. I am freezing wearing\ndrenched clothes, just like I am being drowned in the water. I have become part of the rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nrain cools my face, neck and body. It is\njust like millions of pieces of ice running down my spine. I feel I am being soaked in a tub of\nwater. Even though it is a bit chilly, I\nfeel the calmness that I have never felt before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\ncarefully open my eyes and look up to the sky. \nThe sky is murky and gray. It\nseems the sky does not like its new outfit and it bursts into tears. There is no cloud or a big golden sun, maybe\nthey have escaped from the teardrops.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\ncan hardly look far as there is mist. I\nfeel like being trapped in a fairyland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly,\nthere is the rumble of the thunder. It\nis just like a sky full of all varieties of fireworks. First there is a powerful explosion which is\nfollowed by the sharp crackling. It\nseems like there are fireworks exploding next to me suddenly. I am frightened stiff and trembling with\nfear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But\nsoon I recover and realize I have to keep walking. In fact, don\u2019t want to move on at all. I feel like someone being reluctant to leave\nthe bathtub while my mom is knocking on the door of the bathroom and shouting\nat me. The rainwater is no longer\nchilly. It is comfortable and relaxing\nto be with the rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Later\non, I cannot distinguish whether it is afternoon or evening. I walk back home. Once I get off the rain, coldness is\ntriggered from my core. The air indoors\nis not as refreshing as that in the rain. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\na wonderful experience to walk in the rain. \nI can never forget that amazing feeling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
look out the windows. It\u2019s raining catand dogs outside. The droplets slap othe ground are like millions of peas being poured on the floor. That tinkling is so sharp but melodious. The peas are forming a haze and I can hardlcapture the sight of my neighbor.<\/p>