The rain started in the early morning and has been falling ever since.
It's around eight or nine o'clock in the morning now, but Li Younan couldn't be bothered to check the time.
After all, for someone living in the wilderness, knowing the exact time doesn't hold much specific significance.
He moved the newly made rocking chair outside and sat beneath the eaves.
This spot gave a clear view of the distant lake.
Raindrops hit the lake's surface, each creating a small ripple, and when dense, the ripples merged, turning the lake's reflection of cloud shadows into a blur.
The distant lake bay was enveloped in rain fog, only showing the rough outlines of the shoreline's coniferous forest, a deep green mass.
On the shore, the spruce and pine trees had rainwater hanging from their branches and leaves; when the wind blew, the water dripped from the pine needles, falling on the ground's dead branches and leaves, creating a faint rustling sound.
With the rain, not much could be done.
