A shower in this season brings a chill. The continuous autumn rain has completely washed away the heat of summer. Thus, summer reluctantly gives way to the golden fall. The sorghum turns red, the millet ripens, and the soybeans turn yellow. Orchards exude an inviting fragrance. Look, those red peppers add much festivity to the vegetable garden. The most distinctive season is undoubtedly autumn. Although autumn lacks the wondrous sight of thousands of miles of ice in winter, or the flower-filled willow-lined spring, or even the storms and cicada-singing breezes of summer, it has its own crispness and osmanthus fragrance. Autumn is the season of harvest, success, and returning home fully loaded. It hasn't been sunny for a long time, and my mood is low. This weather seems to be deliberately opposing me. In the morning, I casually pulled open the thick curtains. Ah! The long-awaited sun is out! Today, the sky is clear for ten thousand miles! How refreshing! The blue sky has not a single cloud. A gentle breeze softly brushes against my cheeks. In the blue sky, a group of geese flying south have formed the shape of a "V", leisurely flying. People walking hurriedly on the streets have shed their previous gloom, smiles appearing on their faces. You don't believe me? The clear weather really is good. The temperature has also risen! Those young ladies who love beauty have once again put on skirts, as if wanting to compete with the heavens in beauty. Only those older folks remain stubborn. They still wear thick clothes, as if afraid someone might steal them at any moment. But the good times don't last long. In the afternoon, black clouds drifted in from the northwest. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the heavens resumed their endless work - raining! I took an umbrella to pick up my grandson at the school gate. I hurried along the road leading to the campus. In the rain, I saw couples leaning on each other, sharing one umbrella, holding hands. The rain was simply a world of umbrellas. Blue, orange, yellow, green, indigo, violet, people held their umbrellas and danced in the street, adding a beautiful scenery to this dull street. On the rainy road, traffic jams turned into an ocean of cars. Those drivers who were invincible under normal circumstances lost their mighty airs. Even those who think driving a car is cooler than flying a plane had to unwillingly obey the red light command, grudgingly becoming a slave to the red light once. This article comes from Xia Hua Literature Network.