Summer is a season where rain brews in time. Those moments are like ink dancing in the heart; and in life, there is always a moment when a soulful rain slides down the window frame on a summer night, just like a passing meteor. We should use words to record those charming days filled with floral scents, preserving them so that one day we can revisit, savor, and reflect upon them, whispering those melodies of the heart to ourselves.
