It rained today. Well, it's still raining. Rain in the summer always means something special, doesn't it?
Unlike rains in the spring and autumn, summer rain is short but full of power. You can hear more of thunders coming down from the clouds, and the raindrops are bigger and faster. If it's hitting on your body, it might even be slightly painful. Hails might also come, although not being as frequent. When it rains, the day wraps up the hot and passinate side of summer, and becomes a cool and totally different character.
As I'm writing this, the rain has stopped. It comes and goes; you can never tell when. After weeks of the scorching sun, heaven finally decides to shed some tears of sympathy to the world, just enough to wash away the dust and revive the dried up creatures. After this, another heat wave will come, and another shower after. Cycle goes on, just like everything else. Life and death alternates, unchallenged by human will. The happiness only lasts for a while, because anxiety will follow soon. Cherish the moment, because it never comes back after it's gone/
Flowers, the embodiment of beauty flourish after the rain. Roses, the epitome of romance stand out like an arrogant princess. Red roses are said to be the messenger of love and passion. According to an old tale, however, a red rose comes from a white one, only to be dyed in the young man's blood and willingness to sacrifice himself for his loved one. Under every happy facade, there lies a saddening story, well hidden from people's attention, while reminding the conscious of the truth and the reality.
Thus, I send this white rose to you, just because I don't believe in true romance.
送你一枝白玫瑰，只因为我不懂浪漫.