Long Night, March Rain, Tapping on My Window – Allowing Loneliness to Spread Across the Sea

July 2, 2025, 5:01 p.m. Essays

On a rainy night, sitting by the window listening to the rain is the most suitable.

Brew a pot of tea, open a book, play a soothing piece of music, accompanied by the sound of raindrops, savoring it slowly, and casually browsing, in this tranquil time, listening to the rain and time flowing silently and gradually away...

Listening to the rain is an elegant tune, relieving anxiety, allowing the night not to be long.

Fine rain, delicate rain, quietly leaning by the window, listening to the rain alone, is a delightful enjoyment. 'Didi, didi' the raindrops constantly tapping on the glass, 'water droplets' sliding down the glass, the rain and mist rising from outside, falling from the sky, washing away the dust, continuing for thousands of years of grace.

The night is deep and empty, the world immersed in rain, the rain curtain pours down, causing light mist, permeating outside and before. Pavilions and towers appear and disappear, hazy and illusory, the opposite building is shrouded in rain, ethereal and desolate. Listening to the rain is a mood, also a unique enjoyment.

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I am not a philosopher in everyday life, but I always feel that rain is the angel that purges the soul, selfless and loving, whether it is to break bones and shatter flesh or to fall into mud, it is like this, and I, an insignificant person with petty concerns, cannot compare.

Quiet night listening to the rain can soothe emotions, can make a restless heart calm down. Slow down, even slower, only when the time slows down can it allow people to have leisure to appreciate the beauty of nature.

Rainy days are suitable for a person to spend alone, that is loneliness. People are often afraid of loneliness, only those who are lonely in their hearts can ignore the noise outside, put aside distractions, and listen to the rain tapping on the window lattice, listen to the elegant rhythm of the rain, the long, empty, quiet their own little happiness.

I have heard different rains, under the eaves of a straw house. Rain makes a 'sha sha sha' sound, falling down from the eaves, like hearing it quietly penetrating the sound of the soil, at that moment, I seem to hear the faint cheers of grass, the singing of the earth.

Listening to the rain under a mud-brick house is a different sound and state of mind. 'Piri piri' the raindrops tapping on the roof, without the softness of a straw house, 'didi didi' sound, seems more piercing, like breaking through the roof with water droplets, the shock is more powerful. I seem to hear the rain singing cheerfully, but its world, I and a single person, are in it.

The sound of rain on the roof, I have never heard it, seems to be closer than the nearest distance. Outside the window, rain 'sha sha' taps on the glass, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a veil, or a waterfall, embracing the loneliness of the night, and me alone.

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I like sunny weather, I fear rain, always with a sentimental mood. Rain is the tears of heaven, when it rains, I will be sad, remembering parting, this reason seems a bit absurd.

In life, every person who enters life is a passerby, only the self can linger. What should come will come, what should go, can't it be held back by rain? Sad times, with rain as a companion, seem to cry, complain, gossip, laziness, all become natural, become the perfect excuse for immersing in loneliness.

In television dramas and movies, countless scenes are played, when it rains, it is not the male protagonist's decisive departure, or the female protagonist crying and running in the rain when her lover leaves, it seems that only rain can create the most perfect scene, not people with thin feelings and thin emotions.

Rain, for children, seems to be the most fun thing. Whenever it rains, there are mischievous children who don't use an umbrella, run into the rain, step on the water, and embrace the sky, happily soaking wet, only then satisfied. At this point, suddenly had a strange conclusion, in our lives, aren't we also children running in the storm? Facing life's difficulties, which person doesn't want to smile at the wind and rain, and face it calmly?

Standing by the, overlooking the scenery in the rain, felt a touch of emotion. The buildings covered in rain were shrouded in mist, and in the deserted square, the streetlights were increasingly dim, flickering with a pale yellow light. Under the new buds of the wisteria tree, a couple embraced each other under an umbrella, whispering secrets.

Looking at the lovers in the rain, couldn't help but laugh. It turns out that rain is matched by love, so romantic, not sad. Listen, the loneliness of the lonely man, lingers in the rain; the loneliness of the lonely man, who can understand it? The long night is long, the rain taps on my copper-colored window lattice, I am in the window, you are outside, letting loneliness spread across a sea of water...