A dark night with sudden rain

The rain was falling outside the window, and I couldn't see it.

But I could hear it, the rain sounded like a river, a rushing river, the sound of swishing water, with a monotonous but complex surge.

It was not the rocks that blocked it, but the woods in the courtyard that were just gritting their teeth and holding on, in the pouring rain. And the ground, the hardened ground, must have splashed countlessly, but the crackle of each drop was shrouded by the mist of water, and there was only a monotonous sound.

I sat on a small stool in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette. I didn't want to get up to see the rain, but there were stars and raindrops on the window glass, quietly, like teardrops.

The sky was gray, and the brightness of the windows across the street deepened the grayness. The grayness is also monotonous as if the world's ubiquitous rain has nothing to do with it at all, just a gloomy face, without a trace of expression.

Sometimes a sudden wave of bright light swept over, sweeping over my eyes and definitely over my body, instantly lighting up the house and disappearing instantly.

I knew it was lightning, and when I looked up, dense clouds were closing in, and the rain was pouring down, and there was no trace of it, and it squeezed out of nowhere and used all its strength to illuminate the world, and for just a moment, it was completely wiped out on the spot, and the light only seemed like a struggle.

The sound of thunder, deafening, not even deafening, is to shatter the heart, pull out and trample the feeling. Sometimes it's just a click, sometimes it swings away left and right, turning and fleeing in the night sky, not knowing where it is, also being crushed, annihilated, and just struggling.

The sky and earth are gray, all the struggle is just in vain.

The rain must have hit your tombstone head-on, cold and relentless, your warm name was also poured into cold, tears flowed down my familiar stroke, flowed to the bottom of my heart. The rain must be flowing around on the yellow earth of your grave, muddy and bleak, so heavy that you can't breathe.

The sky and the earth are dark, and nothing can be seen. The woods in the ravine in front of your grave, the distant Jade Mountain, the lonely stars in the night sky, nothing can be seen, not even the rain in the sky, and you can only bear the heaviness and coldness.

There is no lonely mournful call of mountain birds, no rustling of bugs slowly crawling past, only the unrelenting monotonous sound of rain, my tearful call, can you hear it?

You are afraid of lightning, you are more afraid of thunder, then, you will shout at me to hurry to close the window, run to my side, now, you can not hide, how horrified helpless! At that time, you would have called your parents and told them to hurry up and move to the house outside, the kiln is not safe, now there is no need, they have left us forever, just like you.

Tomorrow is Baby's birthday. Eight years ago, you and I were still smiling with anxiety, with longing, and you were confident and open-minded!

Baby is at her big sister's house. Tonight, I can only look helplessly at the gray sky, listen to the invisible rain, and let the tears flow.