After a fresh rain in the empty mountains

　　I was woken up by the howling wind outside this morning. Worried about my clothes being blown away, I got up. The wind seemed furious, causing everything to collide and make a chaotic noise. It tore at my hair and clothes, making me sway slightly. Rain, mixed with the wind, rushed towards me. The cold touch on my skin didn't feel cold, but rather exhilarating. I hadn't felt such a strong wind in a long time. The older I get, the more I enjoy strong winds and heavy rains. Because of my changing mindset, worries and disappointments come more often. That feeling of being overwhelmed by the storm perfectly matches my emotional fluctuations.
　　During the break after the first class, I was feeling sleepy and was about to take a nap when I suddenly heard someone shout, "There's a rainbow outside!" I instantly woke up and immediately ran outside. But what truly surprised me wasn't a rainbow. The sky outside was bright, a dim kind of bright, a hazy gray. A rainbow arched between the two school buildings, truly beautiful. But what attracted me even more was the backdrop of the rainbow: clearly visible mountains in the distance, low, yellowish-brown hills against a backdrop of vast expanses of green. The colors blended so perfectly that one could only sigh in admiration. Looking to the other side, the mountaintops were shrouded in clouds, pure white clouds forming a long ribbon. A little higher, the clouds were lighter in color, creating a sense of depth. I knew the clouds were moving. When I quieted down and observed carefully, I could clearly feel their shifts. Some clouds moved quickly, while others moved slowly. In a short while, a large, dense cloud would gradually become thin and sparse, like fine gauze—absolutely beautiful. Of course, this was inseparable from the wind. The wind was still strong, but not as fierce as in the morning; it was gentle, and it felt wonderful as it blew through my hair.
　　Later, I changed locations and viewed the clouds from different angles, each one breathtakingly white. When my vision was no longer obstructed by buildings, all I saw were endless mountains and white clouds. The sunlight began to filter through the gray clouds, its warmth almost palpable. Standing high above, the wind blowing, I would occasionally look directly at the sun, then shyly look down again, feeling a sense of contentment and ease. All the trivialities of life seemed to find their answers in that moment.
　　I love this kind of weather, I love the aftermath of the rain, I love the gentle breeze, I love the white clouds, I love the mountains, and I love this joy and freedom I feel.