Rain at Lake Korissa

The rain curtain falls gently, and Lake Korissa looks like a hazy ink painting. Fine rain falls, and ripples spread across the lake, like countless lively notes. In the distance, mountains loom through the mist, like fairies wearing thin veils, adding a touch of mystery. The rain washes the forest, making it even more lush and deep. Crystal-clear water droplets hang on the pine needles, reflecting colorful light. Swans swim gracefully in the rain, their white feathers intertwined with the rain curtain. Occasionally, they flap their wings, splashing water. Flowers and plants by the lake sway gently in the rain, emitting a faint fragrance. Walking along the lake with an umbrella, listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella and then sliding to the ground, blending with the murmuring of the lake. The air is so fresh that it seems to cleanse the soul and make people forget all their troubles. Lake Korissa in the rain is not as bright as it is on sunny days, but it is more gentle and poetic. With its unique charm, it immerses me in this world, allowing me to experience the unique charm of nature.