I don't know since when, youth has been described as heavy rain by everyone. We were young and eager to grow up, so we ran across with umbrellas. Because we think that if there is the sun in front of us, it means the sun is shining brightly. Little did he know that it was full of thorns. When we want to turn back, we find that the road we came from has already been mottled, so we can only keep moving forward. The sharp thorns scratched our delicate skin, bleeding, scabs, and thick cocoons. In the end, it becomes a hard armor that protects us, allowing us to be indestructible and move forward bravely. Maybe you can find the sun and feel the sunshine. But lying in the sun, looking at your body full of scars, you still think of... The heavy rain that you never enjoyed that year.