A flower field

      I came out in the spring, grew up in the lab of summer, stopped travelling in autumn and slept in winter. Everyday, I was wet with early morning dew and was dried by sunshine. A refreshing wind blew a sweet scented smell of mine all over the field. Now, I am blooming on the whole wide field, appealing people and insect to touch. A cool breeze always came to greet and ok me to dance with him. While we were dancing, somebody approached craftily beside my soft petals then plucked up. 

The rain beside window

Friday morning, everyone leaves me alone in a small room, burying myself on the chair beside window. Then, turning my face the sky, looking at the cloudlet begins to drift and group with each other. Few minutes, the sky starts getting dark and gloomy. These remind me the beginning of rain. Immediatly, a small clear of raindrop spatter heavily, steadily from above and splash against the window.I stretch my head outside, a cool breezy drizzle drift through the open window and brush gently over my face. A moist and refreshing breeze splash into my eyes. Right now, the sun is shining through the rain, all the colour of rainbow are appearing across the river with cheerful heart.While I still sitting on the chair, closing the eyes, listening to the rain patter on the roof.