How to keep a diary on rainy days?

Early in the morning, I opened the curtains and saw that the windows were covered with water droplets; Ah, great, another rainy day. It rained for ten days, half a month or even a month. The wet clothes in the room were like ten thousand flags, and the walls and floors were all wet. I didn't complain. Rainy days always take me to another place where I can enjoy my happy childhood again.

At that time, in my hometown Yongjia, Zhejiang, I was only six years old and slept in my mother's warm arms. It was dawn, and I was relieved to hear the rain on the back of the tile. Because of the rainy days, my mother doesn't have to get up early to cook, so she can lie under the hot bed for a while. I can't bear to sleep, and I won't let my mother sleep, clamoring for her to tell stories. My mother closed her eyes and told me the story of a rainy day: there was a blind man who had no umbrella on a rainy day. A passer-by saw his pity and took him home with an umbrella. When the blind man came home, he said that the umbrella was his. He said that the two ribs of his umbrella were tied with twine and there was a hole in the handle. You are absolutely right. It turned out that he touched it with his hands while walking. The umbrella owner smiled and gave it to him.