Unintentionally, I looked up and saw that under the high street lamp, the rain was like a sharp arrow. It hit the hard ground without hesitation, almost crazy, and splashed water. In a short time, water vapor gradually formed and spread...
Even if there is an umbrella, it will not work. The rain had already gotten wet below the knees. The wind was blowing and it was really a bit cold.
There were no pedestrians on the road. At most, there were only a few cars passing by at high speed. Every time there was water, layers of water splashed out, which was really beautiful.
Looking back, I saw her back walking home, and I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. It was sour, astringent, and extremely uncomfortable. I learned the image of heroes in revolutionary movies, puffed my chest out, and strode forward pretending not to care. Before taking two steps, he stopped, turned around and looked back, but still only saw her back, not her face. He paused for a while, hoping that she would turn around and look at her again, but she didn't. I want to chase her, hold her hand again, look at her face, and hug her.
She said regretfully in her heart that she shouldn't have been allowed to go back so early.
Another voice said, forget it, the rain is so heavy, let her go home early, so as not to worry her parents.
I thought about my parents, would they also be on the balcony facing the street, looking towards the alley, hoping to see me.