The twenty-fourth solar term: Rain Water.
The sky was overcast, and everything appeared shrouded in a gray haze. A light breeze carried a fine drizzle over the hills and trees; the withered wood, awakened by spring and moistened by the mist, sprouted tender buds—a heartening sight, with the spirit of spring brimming everywhere.
The fine drizzle dampened the hair of the farmers still working in the fields. The raindrops trickled down their faces, gathered in large beads at their chins, and finally succumbed to gravity, vanishing into the soil.
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