雨

夏末，我依旧眺望窗外，不见阳光。雨，无声无息地落下，融入了这无声的空气中。

天随即阴了下来。渐大的雨滴从空中坠落，似要打破这寂寥的氛围，树叶、枝丫都机械地点头，无色的雨打不破这无色的规律。雨并不大，没有使叶泛出诱人的新绿。

按捺不住的我，撑起伞就往外走，茫然地看向四周。雨似乎进入不了行人们看似空洞的眼睛，无奈地坠落在地上，溅起不甘的水花。我仍穿梭在街道里，尽情倾听雨在伞上打的节拍，即便无言，却令我心情澎湃，感受到无言的力量，一曲巧妙的音律就这样构成。

云积蓄了剩下的雨，即刻爆發出来。倾盆而下的大雨，预示着这场奏乐的高潮，却打乱了我心中的平静，注入了不安的心绪。树叶显然对这次袭击毫无防备，“唰唰”地落下，伏在地上，再也抬不起头。雨刷洗了污浊的空气，尘埃再也躁动不起来，风肆虐起来，只吹着了幕布般厚的雨。

慌忙躲雨的我，躲在某个屋檐下。曾经，一季清梦承心转，寂寞苦雨泪萧然；现在，静静地看着瓢泼般的大雨，心海格外宁静。雨仍在下，但积蓄的雨水似乎捉襟见底，无比疲惫的乌云渐渐淡去，欣喜的树叶任凭雨滴打落在身上。

街上已见不到其他人的身影，只有雨水滴滴答答落下的声音。雨那滂沱的气势早已逝去，激情的乐章就此走向尾声。

雨停后，一片被刷新过的世界。阳光照射过来，虽没有童话那样美丽，依旧显得光彩照人，每一滴水都折射出属于自己的光芒。走出去，尽情享受清新的空气，沁入心扉的轻松气息。收起伞，向着阳光闪耀的方向走去。

人生宛如细雨演变成暴雨的历程。为了自己那一次命运高潮，总会先积蓄那一点点微薄的力量，不断成长，像暴雨那样倾泻出自己的力量，也会像暴雨那样消耗完自己的精力，渐渐走向落幕。

无言的雨，写作一行行无声的旋律，激励自己在充满挑战的道路上前进！

At the end of summer, I still look out the window and see no sunshine. Rain, falling silently, melted into the silent air.

Then it was overcast. Gradually big raindrops fall from the sky, as if to break this lonely atmosphere. Leaves and branches all nod mechanically, and colorless rain can't break this colorless rule. The rain was not heavy, and it didn't make the leaves radiant with attractive new green.

Unable to hold back, I held up my umbrella and went out, looking around blankly. It seems that the rain can't get into the seemingly empty eyes of pedestrians, but it falls to the ground helplessly, splashing unwilling water. I'm still walking through the streets, listening to the beat of the rain on my umbrella. Even though I'm speechless, it makes me feel the power of wordlessness. This is how a clever melody is composed.

The clouds accumulated the remaining rain and burst out immediately. The downpour heralded the climax of this musical performance, but it upset my peace of mind and injected an uneasy mood. Obviously, the leaves were unprepared for this attack. They fell "swish" and fell to the ground, unable to lift their heads any more. The wiper washed the dirty air, the dust could not stir up any more, and the wind raged, only blowing the rain as thick as a curtain.

I'm in a hurry to take shelter from the rain, hiding under a certain roof. Once upon a time, a season of clear dreams turned to heart, lonely, bitter rain and tears were bleak; Now, quietly watching the pouring rain, my heart is very quiet. It's still raining, but the accumulated rain seems to be at the bottom. The extremely tired dark clouds gradually fade away, and the joyful leaves let the raindrops fall on them.

No one else can be seen in the street, only the sound of rain dripping down. The momentum of the torrential rain has already passed away, and the movement of passion is coming to an end.

After the rain stopped, a world was refreshed. Although the sunshine is not as beautiful as fairy tales, it still looks radiant, and every drop of water reflects its own light. Go out, enjoy the fresh air, and feel relaxed in your heart. Put away your umbrella and walk in the direction of the sun shining.

Life is like a drizzle that turns into a rainstorm. For the climax of my own destiny, I will always accumulate my meager strength first, keep growing, pour out my own strength like a rainstorm, and consume my own energy like a rainstorm, and gradually come to an end.

Silent rain, write lines of silent melody, and motivate yourself to advance on the road full of challenges!