窗外,小雨淅淅沥沥地下着,细细的、密密的、层层叠叠地斜织着。雨水给原本干燥的小路抹了层油,润得发亮。大多数人是不爱雨的,雨天潮湿、阴冷。我却独爱在这润泽万物的雨天四处走走,用心去聆听雨滴欢腾的声音,真是惬意!花丛里,洒落的春雨轻轻地跃到了叶片上、花瓣上,调皮地翻着跟头,还“咯咯咯”地笑着,顺着花瓣弯弯的弧度滑下,滑到了花蕊里,眨眼就没了踪影。留在叶片上的雨珠成了勤快的清洁工,柔柔地抚摩 Outside the window, the rain drifts underground, thin, dense, obliquely stacked. Rain to dry the original path wiped layer of oil, Run to shine. Most people do not love rain, wet days, cold. I love alone in this all-enviable rainy day walking around, intentions to listen to the joy of raindrops, really cozy! Flowers, the sprinkling of spring rain gently jumped to the leaves, petals, naughty flip over, but also “Giggle” to a smile, along the curvature of the petals sliding down, sliding into the flower, blink of an eye disappeared. The raindrops left on the leaves became diligent cleaners, stroking gently