The heavy rain outside the window was drawing thick rain lines in the air wantonly, hitting the ground heavily, and creating patches of mist. The haze in the sky gradually faded, became thinner, and reluctantly retreated to the sky. A windless rainy day is quiet. When I listen to the sound of rain with my heart, everything else seems so quiet. There should be no one in the office now. Before the heavy rain came, my colleagues all left in a hurry, leaving me, who was making coffee at the time, with only the echoing words of "Manager, thank you for your hard work!" When the heavy rain poured down, I gently rubbed my temples, listened to the sound of rain, and relaxed for a while. The silence that belonged to me spread like the fragrance of flowers in every corner of the room.
