It Rained at That Time, Yao Zhi

A gentle wind blew outside the window. It rains every year during the Qingming Festival, and this year is no exception. As soon as Yao Zhi closed the window, she vaguely heard the sound of the wind rustling on the leaves, and then a few drops of drizzle hit the window, as if they were just passing by, making a regular "ta, da" sound. After a while, the "tap-tat" sound became dense, and it was like drizzle dancing on the window, and the branches outside the window also swayed with the melody. Yao Zhi quietly enjoyed the performance, fascinated by it, and hummed a ditty softly. "It's dark and it's about to rain..."