The day before it rains

I am commenting late at night to communicate.

The night before the rain outside the window is lively and loud.

It seems like you're doing well.

I was writing, but the light kept flickering.

I checked to see if the living room light was turned on.

Lightning flashes brightly and thunder rumbles loudly.

It hurts.

Even if you're alone and scared, I still love you.

I'm relieved because I have a husband who is suffering.

Finally, the eve festival is over, and the rain is pouring down.

It's raining.

It rained all night, and on the way to work or school in the morning

I hope the sun comes out.