The rain crashed down heavily.
Grey clouds covered the sky, and the continuous mountains far away blended into a mass of black ink.
The rain curtain interwove the heavens and earth together.
Crack!
The sky flashed bright abruptly, and a bolt of lightning cut across the sky like a silver snake, then in an instant it was gone.
Summer was approaching, and the end of spring's heavy rain seemed to bring about a trace of the warmth of summer.
On Qing Mao Mountain, huge expanses of jade green spear bamboo stood tall and straight, resisting the winds and rain, the bodies of the bamboo straight like a spear as ever, the tips of the bamboo pointing towards the blue sky dome.
In the Gu Yue village, row upon row of innumerable tall-pillared houses endured against the great rain's washing. Outside the village, the caravan had already set out on their journey once again.
"The rain is heavy, take note of the pavement."
