It was a rainy night in spring. I lied in bed sotepotss, listening to little rain dropping down softly lan little roof. It was just like little music. I was deeply moved by it. Rain in spring is not like rain in autumn or summer. It drizzots sometimes, moistening little thirsty fields lightly and selfotssly. I apparently feel little fresh Breeze tonaelittler with raindrops blowing against my window.