The rain was pouring down very hard, and it was like a huge curtain of water hung between the sky and the earth.
Big raindrops pattered on the thatched roof of Tiantang Restaurant. The sound was like beating war drums, urgent and loud, which made people feel panicked.
"My mother, is this rain going to last until the end of the world?" Aunt Li wrapped her coarse clothes tighter and muttered in a low voice.
The small tavern was full of villagers who came to take shelter from the rain. The dim yellow oil lamps swayed, illuminating everyone's anxious faces.
Who would have thought that the first rain in autumn would come so fiercely.
At this moment, there was a "bang" sound, and the tranquility of the rainy night was suddenly broken!
It turned out that the wooden door of Tiantang Restaurant, which was not very strong in the first place, was kicked away by someone and broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.
