Chinhooi Ng's Storage for Inspiration

Photographic phrases, passages, pastel proses

Rain

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-Rain, like silver needles, falling from the sky, decorating mountains and valleys; like bright pearls falling, inlaid in the green earth.

-Rain falling on the pond, drawing symbols on the water surface, which are little circular ripplets. Rainwater flows down the stairs of the fourth floor, and the little balcony next to the classroom continues to suppl water to plants on the ground.

-Bead-like raindrops sweeping past the raging waves of wheat, sparking mist on the crests, painting the field with the marker of dream. Rain quietly falls, like silkworms spitting out countless threads of silver, like a veil rippling in the air.

-Drizzle always brings a kind of good mood, moistening the earth slightly. Walking alone on a country path, draped with drizzle, sniffing the fragrance of the air, listening to the sound of spring returning to earth.

-Listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment. Sitting by the door or window, listening to the dripping ticking sound of environment, calming impeutous hearts, washing away the worries in the mind, washing away the dust on the mango tree.

-Rain falling quietly down the glass window, like sugar, like jelly, like a colored string, woven into a piece of quiet hidden with life. I feel happy, as if the rain has brought me to another place far away.

-Layers of dark clouds are like a big hard dam in the sky. The rain pouring downward, breaking the mirror of lake, scaring little fish.

-Rainwater flowing on the bluestone road, like shallow fleeting years.

-Rain falling, forming mini lakes on the ground, and the mound is an isle, and drifting leaves are canoes.

-Buildings in the distance are shrouded in hazy rain, like a mirage flickering with silks of red light.

-Misty rain , pure and poetic like spring water in the mountain, diffusing the sky, no gloomy sadness, only fresh greenness.

-Misty rain is like a precious garment of the sky. The ticking call is a masterpiece of tiny raindrops.

-Rain getting heavier, wind getting anxious, the roads are flooded, heaven and earth become a world of water.

-After the rain, the sky is like blue tiles newly washe and shining. The air is filled with scent of wet soil, intimate and comfortable.

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Author: Chinhooi

Hello friends. I am Chin-Hooi Ng from Penang, Malaysia. I have now three main blogs on wordpress. They all have my memorable full name in the title. Having blogs on wordpress means to me primarily self-discipline, commitment, minimalism, freedom of expression & joy of escapism! Interests & Inspiration include #ImageryPoems #FreeVerse #InnerPeace #SmallMoments #Vegetarianism #Pescatarianism #Minimalism #ASD #MemorySport #Singing #Multilingualism #Malaysia #Wordpress #World

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