In April, the rain always falls in Xiaoxiang. In the twinkling of an eye, it’s Qingming Festival again. I’m ready to run up the mountain with my backpack. In the middle of the run, it suddenly rains. Because I didn’t bring an umbrella, I went to the nearest pavilion to escape from the rain. It was a torrential rain. I ran fast, but it still caught me by surprise. The upper part of the body was needless to say, and the lower part didn’t escape a disaster. Ah, what a terrible weather. What really made me very angry was the weather forecast. It didn’t remind me that there would be rain today. However good high-tech can’t guess the power of nature.