The composition describing bad weather is about 200 words.

At this time, there is the sound of raindrops in the special wind. I ran against the wind for a while, opened the door and entered the house. I stayed under the drill until dawn. A sea of people, watching with relish. One night, a movie was shown in the prison village. The crowd ran around like a frying pan and took a few breaths. Dust is flying. I heard the cries of my parents around me, and the cries of people were connected. The cloth is blowing loudly. I immediately added a strong wind, and I ran breathlessly. The whistling wind blew sand and stones. I ran to my hometown, and when I turned around, I couldn't breathe. I ran home, glad I was still alive, and ran backwards for a while. Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

It's raining hard.