阴雨绵绵的季节，适合找一本自己喜欢的书籍，躲在二楼窗台前，细细的品味

                                                                 疲乏时，喝一杯绿茶或者来一杯无糖的咖啡。 

                                                               听着雨声滴答滴答，韵律优美，节奏欢快 ；

                                                                  她是他的伴舞者，也是她亲密的爱人。

                                                          有时，一颗颗晶莹剔透的小水珠洒落在无迹玻璃上，

                                                                    顺流而下， 如女人温软的泪水，迷人而心疼。
 
                                                                   多么希望能用我的手抚摸掉你的哀伤...

                                                              可是不能，中间隔离者一块看不见的玻璃...

                                                              雨声还是在滴滴答答，陪伴着她的爱人。