What are the essays praising rainy days and sunny days?

Rain, accompanied by the night from the beginning, fell drop by drop, covering the night with a mysterious and beautiful veil. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly, but I felt its beauty strongly. It is sometimes like a group of young children, subdivided and dense; Sometimes like a flock of birds singing, elk jumping; Sometimes, like drums, waves, beautiful forests and the rushing sea; Sometimes ... a muffled thunder flies through this rhythmic symphony, and it travels far and far with a deep and powerful voice ... After the thunder, continue to listen to this symphony. It seems to have changed its mood again, turning into the rustling of rain on the leaves; The tinkling sound of falling into the river, the pattering sound of falling on the roof ...

Insensitive sounds such as "boom" and "rush" formed an unknown March. After a while, the rain turned into a faint tick. Listening to this rhythmic and irregular ticking, a kind of sadness welled up in my heart. Rain moistened my heart and my eyes, and an unknown feeling hung over me. I obviously felt that I was shocked by it. I suddenly associate rain with a person's life course. When he was a child, he was so weak and full of fantasies. Then he grew up and did something vigorous. Later, when he was old, his life and soul quietly left his body with a beep on his heart rhythm machine. He ended his short life peacefully.

When I was a child, I lived under a tile-roofed house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the intermittent and mournful sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, and I can't hear the sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, something that can make people feel soft and weak, and my heart is slowly desertification.

So I miss the rain in the tile house.

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to be alone when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.