The rain hastening the winter

The night air has been a little warm for days now, and a slur hits the window. I know it's not a big rain. After that, the colder wind will keep people warm with November. It seems that the season has come when everyone misses warm tea and food. A stray cat running to the side of the road where the leaves fell. Where do they put their little bodies in this winter?

The table is filled with boiled sweet potatoes with a red skin, orange tangerines with slightly green tops, and jujube drop tomatoes, which are chubby in pink. There are also chewy hand-made breads and coffee cups on the table. The barley water in the pot is boiling hot. I wanted my husband and son to have a nice meal, but they just keep drinking two glasses of barley water and watch the others. I guess I'm the only one who doesn't worry about weight. Oh, my God. Suddenly, the window flashes, and with the sound of thunder, the sound of heavy rain makes the night even thicker.

It'll be chilly tomorrow morning. I should hurry up and send a warm sweater to my daughter who is staying in the dormitory. I'll send her a thick blanket, too.

This night, I will read books and write a continuity while listening to the sound of rain.