Write about the rain outside the window (collection)

1: Describe the rain outside the window. The sky is gray and sometimes it rains heavily. The rain is screaming.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell on my window. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a little sparrow soaked to the skin. It kept trembling, and its mouth made a "snapping" sound, as if to say, "It's so cold, so cold!" I just want to open the window and let it fly in. "Boom, boom!" "This thunder, like tens of millions of brave drumming, is more like splitting a crack in the sky, and the birds are scared away by this thunder.

On the street, the "beep" sound of car horns, the "chug" sound of motorcycles, the "jingle" sound of bicycle bells and the "tick" sound of rain played a symphony of nature.

Rain falls on the campus, and the raindrops on the leaves bounce off the trees with brisk, powerful and agile movements like divers. What a lovely rain!

Rain is the messenger of plants and nature.

The rain outside the window is still falling underground ...

Chapter 2: Describe the rain outside the window. It is always sunny these days. The sunshine in the sky is so gentle and lovely, and there are some small cirrus clouds.

However, today, when I just woke up from my sleep and climbed into bed to breathe fresh air, some Mao Mao rain hung on my face. It's raining. I feel incredible. I opened my sleepy eyes and found that, sure enough, everything seemed so gentle under the drizzle.

Looking into the distance, several chestnut trees waved to me in the breeze and drizzle. They shook their bodies as if to say, "It's so comfortable, the spring rain is picturesque!" " "I am also immersed in this soft world, and some troubles have drifted away with the wind and rain, leaving me alone, bearing everything alone and enjoying the gift of spring.

The noisy city in the past has also quieted down at the moment, which is really quiet. I can't hear the whistle of the car, but it's the song of birds in my ear. People are really tired and tired of repeating busy life. So why not enjoy the fresh, moist and quiet moments brought by the spring rain ... Let the spring rain take away the troubles and noise, at least at this moment we feel happy and relaxed.

Inadvertently, I saw several pots of plants on the balcony of the opposite house, some small and some strange potted plants, swaying under the drizzle. At this moment, they must have gained unprecedented happiness. Why else would they dance so happily?

The rain outside the window is so casual and beautiful. This rain makes young grass, young trees, flowers and tired people abandon all other thoughts, and at this moment, they are calm for it.

Chapter 3: It seems that it is not necessarily a good thing to write about the rain outside the window. It occasionally rains in Mao Mao in hot summer. It is not as romantic as Huang Meiyu, nor as sad as lilacs, but it has left many feelings. People who come and go in the rain are unpredictable, and some sit there quietly, as if with deep worries; Some lightly stomp their feet and let the gentle rain caress their faces, perhaps because they are looking for romance in the rain in love stories; There are some people shuttling in the rain. They are in such a hurry.

I am not a person in the rain, but I have this beautiful scenery in front of me, let my thoughts fly and savor the gift of nature.

I remember when I was a child, every time it rained, several friends would hide from the adults and run after them in the rain, until they heard the shouts of the adults, and then ran home to listen to their orders. This is nothing more than a naive and happy mood. With the growth of my age, I changed my childhood clothes and became independent, so I pretended to be a very mature person who stood by and enjoyed the hazy rain scene. Now that I have been away from home for a long time, I can only sit by the window alone and enjoy everything in front of me, whether it is joy or sadness, there is nothing at all, only endless trivial boredom and depression. When I opened the window, the breeze blew head-on, with a little drizzle and soaked my heart. I can't help shivering. Yes, shivering in the hot summer. My eyes were sour when I closed the window, and I slipped a few drops unconsciously. Leave home, immerse yourself in the wet and fine rain, and let everything be baptized in the rain.

People who come and go in the rain are busy with what they should do. Tall trees are more green and straight under the baptism of rain, flowers show off their delicate and charming in front of people, and the lawn trampled by anyone is also lovely green. Only my inexplicable sadness and messy footprints are not worthy of this beautiful scenery. Hesitation and melancholy make me afraid to move forward. I hurried into the rain, and looking back, I felt even more sad. Once upon a time, I ran around alone, but what else did I have except the lost years?

Unconsciously, the rain drenched me all over. When I went back to my room to look in the mirror, I found myself in a mess. It's time to freshen up and let everything disappear in the rain!

Chapter 4: Write about looking up at the rain outside the window. It's dark outside the window, but it must be the rain outside. I couldn't help but smile at the corner of my mouth, stood up, leaned against the wall by the window and said to myself, you finally came, my good friend. Looking at the broken rain, my thoughts have drifted away. ...

It was one night, a man was walking in the street, holding a delicate umbrella in his hand, secretly thinking about something under the illumination of street lamps. Looking up a little, you can see the helpless rain beads floating all over the sky. Looking up, you can see the light from the street lamp shining through the umbrella. It is golden, sunny and dignified, without losing its temperament, but it is just so lightly sprinkled. The street lamp actually made the black umbrella translucent, and it was faintly visible that some rain dripped on the umbrella, and the scenery on the umbrella became more dreamy and a little vague.

Isn't this yourself? Being wronged, I dare not cry. Even if you cry, force yourself not to cry. If you want others to respect you, you have to bear it. I dare not talk to others, but pretend to be strong in front of others, because talking to others never gets a good result, that is, there is not even a word of comfort.

How I wish I were like raindrops on an umbrella. Even if I am so humble and weak, I will always reach the top of the umbrella as long as I firmly grasp the safe and reliable foothold around me and don't give up. Because once you give up, you will never turn over. It is better to seize the opportunity and make great strides towards your goals.

Rain, who are you and why can you always dispel my melancholy when I am wronged and injured? I have to admit, the rain does have infinite charm, and I am shocked by the light she exudes. She attracts me, and I don't know why the rain attracts me. ...

On the street, there is still a person walking, still holding that exquisite umbrella in his hand. There are still moving lights and some tenacious raindrops on the umbrella. This time, it is still an indelible memory!

In the morning, I sat in a small chair and enjoyed the rainy scenery belonging to summer. Everything outside the window is so quiet, like a sleeping baby, and like a forbidden rain scene painting. The sky is gray, with a few drops of rain beads, mixed with fresh taste. Tick-tock, the rain fell on the grass, and the grass raised its head slightly, sucking the sweet dew. Rain fell on the fields, and rice buds nodded frequently. Rain falls on the stone and draws a beautiful curve for it. Rain falls on ...

I leaned against the windowsill and watched the rain fall. I closed my eyes, and the imprint of rain still appeared in my mind. I feel like I'm in a rainy world. Spring rain, Mao Mao rain, light rain and all kinds of rain brought me into a dreamlike world. There is no noise everywhere, only the sound of rain patting the earth. Everything is so beautiful, so beautiful.

It is still raining outside the window. I stood in the yard with an umbrella. The rain fell on my umbrella and made a small splash. There is a lovely little rascal, jumping on my face, sliding down my cheek, cool, leaving its mark on my face. I am happy to think: let's have a rain war! So I threw away my umbrella and played with the rain. Lovely raindrops jump on my head, clothes and hands. I was amused by them. I giggled and couldn't help shouting at the sky, "I like rain!" " "

The rain is getting smaller and smaller. Tired of playing with the rain, I walked into the house and was soaked to the skin. I rushed into the bathroom and took a hot bath. After taking a shower, I went to the windowsill and continued to watch the rain show.