窗外，又下雨了。
雨丝慢慢地飘落下来，织成了一张温柔恬静的帘子。我的心，便也被这景致所感动，欣欣然走出户外，再一次体味在雨中独行的快乐。
是的，我的习惯便是这样独特。鲁迅先生曾说：“不料积习从沉默中抬起头来，于是写下了上面的那些文字。”而我一遇见下雨天，那份执拗的积习便也会从心底不可遏制地滋生出来，从来不撑伞地走进雨的世界，领略那不可言说的妙处。
毛毛细雨的时候，我喜欢。我习惯于走在那少见行人的林阴道上，仰着脸，接受雨丝的爱抚；伸出手，接住上天的馈赠。偶尔有一骑飞车驰过，却也似“鸟鸣林更幽”一样又增添了几分静谧的神秘和贤良。于是有此地故作乡愁地吟起了“亭无言，花无声，只有族人独自行”的词句。可是忽然又笑笑：“我正青春芳华，愁什么呢？真是‘为赋新词强说愁’了。”只是爱这雨中的氛围和独行的快乐，好固执呀。
倾盆大雨的时候，我喜欢。我习惯于站在门前，看着那白亮的水带将这个世界好好清洗一番。那灰暗的天空，那有些阴沉悲凉的气氛，偶尔也会令我联想起“秋雨独揽舟”的苦楚。可是雨过后，天空会更晴朗；那树、那草都被冲洗得清新碧翠；便是那花吧，也都更添就一段含羞带怯的风致了。我希冀的，便是这雨后的景观，更为了那道七彩的虹桥呀。“不霁何虹”，若不是下雨，何处去寻觅这大自然的杰作？雨后的世界，更是显得美丽清洁了许多，于是我常幻想：若是大雨能荡涤这世上的不平和人心的不善，该是世间多么大的幸事！唉，真幼稚呀！
阵雨的时候，我更喜欢。我便拉着小妹一同跑进雨里，故意淋湿自己，享受一下从书桌前解脱出来的轻松和无拘。踩着水，噼噼啪啪地跑着，嘻嘻哈哈地笑看，重温做小孩子时的快乐。比起那闺中弱女不胜温柔的“听雨高楼”，我更爱这份任性和自在呀！
哎，窗外的世界，又是属于雨神的了。要去考试，妈妈在身后追着送出雨伞来，我赶紧跑进雨中，回首冲着爱我的母亲嫣然一笑：“不，我习惯了，就爱这样在雨里走呀。
Outside the window, it was raining again.
The raindrops slowly fell and weaved a gentle and quiet curtain. My heart was also moved by this scene, and Xinxin stepped out of the room and once again experienced the joy of walking alone in the rain.
Yes, my habit is so unique. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Unexpectedly, Jixi raised his head from the silence, so he wrote the above words." And when I encounter a rainy day, the stubborn accumulated habits will also breed uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart. Walk into the world of rain with an umbrella and appreciate the unspeakable beauty.
I like it when it's drizzling. I am accustomed to walking on the forest vagina where there are few pedestrians, raising my face and receiving the caress of rain silk; reaching out and receiving the gift from heaven. Occasionally a speeding car gallops past, but it also adds a bit of quiet mystery and virtuousness like "birds singing in the forest is more secluded". So there is this place pretending to be nostalgic and chanting the words "the pavilion is silent, the flowers are silent, only the clan walks alone". But suddenly he smiled again: "I'm young, what are you worried about? It's really 'to give new words to talk about worry'." I just love the atmosphere in the rain and the joy of walking alone, so stubborn.
I like it when it's pouring rain. I'm used to standing in front of the door, watching the bright white hose clean the world. The gloomy sky and the somewhat gloomy and desolate atmosphere occasionally remind me of the pain of "Leading the Boat in Autumn Rain". But after the rain, the sky will be clearer; the trees and grass are washed with freshness and green; even the flowers have added a shy and timid style. What I hope is the landscape after the rain, and even more of that colorful rainbow bridge. "Bu Ji He Hong", if it weren't for the rain, where would one find this masterpiece of nature? The world after the rain is even more beautiful and cleaner, so I often fantasize: If the heavy rain can wash away the injustice in this world and the unkindness of people's hearts, what a blessing it would be in the world! Oh, how childish!
I prefer it when it rains. I took my little sister and ran into the rain together, deliberately getting myself wet, and enjoying the ease and freedom of being freed from the desk. Stepping on the water, running crackling, laughing and watching, relive the joy of being a child. Compared with the incomparably gentle "Tingyu Tower", I love this willfulness and freedom even more!
Hey, the world outside the window belongs to the Rain God again. When I was going to take the exam, my mother was chasing me and gave out an umbrella, I quickly ran into the rain, looked back at my mother who loved me and smiled sweetly: "No, I'm used to it, I just love to walk in the rain like this.
