Jiang Huai got out of the taxi, and raindrops fell unexpectedly on his shoulders. The night in Los Angeles was all too familiar, and the stars and various night markets made it look particularly prosperous. He frowned and held up a transparent gray automatic umbrella, lit a cigarette, called a taxi on his mobile phone, raised his head, and saw a familiar person at the intersection not far away. Jiang Huai vaguely remembered that the last time he saw Xie Yuting was also on a rainy day.
Intention: Strength based on the topic, positive and progressive