I like summer, both its sunshine and its heavy rain.
That summer, I experienced the high temperature and scorching heat in City B. On the day I left, there was a rare heavy rain in City B. At that time, you stood in front of the window and looked at the rain outside, and did not look back for a long time.
"It rarely rains in the summer in City B, and it doesn't want to leave you."
"What about you, will you be reluctant to leave me?"
Idea: I wanted to write about a friend I met when I was young.