Chapter 186
A good rain indeed, as if truly ordained by the divine dragon, inundating all creation. Its might feels like a silver Milky Way plummeting from the sky, swift like the clouds traversing the ocean gate. The rain drops rhythmically pat our rooftops and the window panes resonate with the sound of the beat. The heavens bleed a silver river and white waves surge in the streets. Endless as if drops being collected in a jar, torrential as if poured out from a basin. Lonely villages are on the verge of flooding, rivers are about to level with bridges. Truly, it's as if a sericulture farm transforms into the vast ocean, in an instant the land shore hosts rolling waves. The divine dragon borrows this to extend its aid, raising up the Yangtze River to pour down below.
Some commend:
"Cold ice rain haphazardly slaps against the face, warm tears mixed with the freezing rain."
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