It rains on National Day.

It's always sunny these two days. It often rains at night and at night, and I hear the clattering rain in the middle of the night. Sometimes it rains harder and harder, accompanied by a muffled thunder.

I like rainy days. It can not only cool the hot air in summer, but also calm my mind when it rains. The rain keeps falling outside the window, like a necklace with a broken thread, and crystal beads slip from the spider silk. The rainy scenery outside the window is so monotonous, but people can't help standing in the room in a daze. Sometimes I put my hand out of the window and the rain splashes on my palm. When I looked at my hands again, I was covered with a layer of water droplets.

Maybe it's more interesting to run out in the rain and let them get wet and blow their hair than to stand indoors and watch the rain, but you may catch a cold, I think, and I don't care.

I have had some colds since the day before yesterday, not because I was caught in the rain, but because I thought it would be cooler to lie on the floor at night than to sleep in bed, so I slept on the ground, thinking that I wouldn't catch a cold with a quilt. Now it seems that it is better to stay in bed at night.