My World Is Sunny After Rain [Darcissus]

[Narcissus, short story, fictional world, weird (?)] It was raining endlessly in the world. He was finally tired and no longer wanted to hold an umbrella. He would rather walk into the rain and melt. Someone suddenly broke into his world, held his hand, and led him to hide under the eaves while soaking wet. So the plastic bags flew into the sky, the clear sky was reflected in the puddles, and the swing swayed gently when it wasn't raining... So the weather forecast always announced sunny days, echoes came from the phone booth, and the old house began to cough... Until he rode a paper boat and reached the end of the sky. [This is my first time trying this fantasy metaphor style, I hope I can write it well] Intention: Please remember that I still love you, and I am you