Rain's Prose

The torrential rain poured down like a floodgate. Countless arrows shot up from the ground, and thousands of waterfalls fell from the houses. Below are the essays I shared about rain (selected 10 essays). Everyone is welcome to read! Prose about Rain 1

A person was lying lazily on the bed, with the sound of rain falling on the window sill, and some voices echoing in my heart. In the rain in June, I just enjoyed a People’s quiet time.

I have always been a late-minded person, confused about the changes of seasons, the alternation of warmth and cold, the gains and losses of life, and emotions. I have always been slow to sense all these things, but these have not affected my flexible mind and my yearning for perfection.

I have always loved some heavy things, such as a person’s maturity and wisdom, gentleness and tenacity, and some imprints accumulated over time. These are things that others cannot envy, and they are not simple. It is something that can be possessed through experience, let alone something that can be achieved in a short period of time. It is something that cannot be traveled through time. You can only go through the wind and frost of those years, the tempering of life, and the journey of life, and then accumulate bit by bit. Coming down, you may lament more about the ruthlessness of years, the hardship of life, and the difficulty of life, but in the end you have become a treasure, and your inner qualities are unrivaled. You have stood at a high level. In the end, In your eyes, everything is calm and peaceful.

Get up, stand in front of the window, and have a close contact with the June rain. His eyes were drawn to the woman in white in the rain. She forgot to bring an umbrella, and she was stroking her hair with her slender fingers. Just as far away.

The rain in June soaked a woman’s white dress and her thoughts.

The rain in June allows me to quietly listen to the traces of rain hitting the years, and allows me to quietly feel the beauty of the heartbeat. Yu's Prose 2

"If you come, there is no need to say hello. I will sit in the shadow of the flowers, put down the package, and watch the flowers bloom and listen to the flowers fall with me, okay?"

A trip that just goes away is so exciting and free.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window. Reading boring textbooks alone in the room is like watching thousands of ants play house. I feel very tired just watching it. Suddenly I remembered the trip to Qujialing that had come and gone in a hurry a few days ago and was not yet fully enjoyed. I thought of the peach blossoms shining in the sun, are they still beautiful? Is the bank of Yuehu Park already covered with green willows? My heart skipped a beat and I sent a QQ message to my friend Mingyue, saying: I want to come see Peach Blossom, and I want to come see you too! So a call came in and said: Come on, I'll make a pot of fragrant tea and sit under the flowers in front of the door, waiting for you!

"Only the bright moon can be a close friend, and we can meet drunkenly in love under the flowers." I have been traveling all the way, the bus is bumpy and wandering, the scenery outside the window is quickly retreating with the setting sun, and at this moment, I just feel Filled with the rich fragrance of flowers and the joy of an upcoming reunion after a long absence.

When we arrived in Chenchong, it was almost dusk. In the distance, we saw Mingyue and his family of three, looking forward to it in the afterglow of the setting sun. The camellias blooming in front of the door were so surprised that they fell to the ground because of our warm embrace. Falling red is just like the rouge tassel, adding a joyful color to our reunion.

Dinner is casual and delicious. We talked about topics we had not seen for a long time, and discussed all the big and small things from all over the world over the rich aroma of leek and egg pancakes. Everything was done as we pleased.

What we look forward to most is that we hug each other and fall asleep at night. Private conversations are the biggest secrets of the two little girls. We chuckle and talk about everything from literature to trivial matters in life, and from the past unlucky years. Looking forward to the future life, I reluctantly fell asleep until midnight. When I woke up, the mist outside the window was hazy. I couldn't help but rush to barefoot and open the window. Large tracts of peach blossoms were displayed in the hazy fog. The lazy and tired look was just like you and me without makeup. The so-called "in the fog" Isn’t this the situation you’re talking about when you look at the flowers and you’re drunk?

"If the beauty is like this, why don't you fall in love early?" After a quick breakfast, Mingyue and I couldn't wait to go straight to the peach garden behind the house. I saw that "thousands of trees are dewy, but nowhere is the sun shining brightly." Father-in-law Sun is still sleeping in the peach orchard in the early morning, and he is reluctant to get up. Our early footsteps gently wake up the spring dream of peach blossoms, and there is no time to touch up our makeup. His little face was so pale that one couldn't help but pity him. Mingyue and I stopped holding hands and stared quietly, for fear of disturbing these little creatures again.

"The wind is warm in the fairyland, and the spring is in the middle of the water." The spring breeze once spread green across both sides of the Yangtze River, and most spiritual lives belong to spring. And reading is also a way to awaken spring. The sudden attachment caused by our lingering appointment makes the flowers bloom in their proper places and the water is as soft as bones. This kind of appreciation makes our rough and ordinary life become exquisite and gorgeous, just like flowers in spring, blooming beautifully. And in his short life, it is a great blessing in life to have such a caring confidant to accompany him to watch the flowers bloom and fall, and to pay his respects to the spring and autumn.

"The orioles should be seen falling, and the dancing butterflies are unknown." The tower near the water can always catch the moon first. Because it is so close, we don’t have to be in a hurry in the Taoyuan. Because we don’t have to be in a hurry, we can stay as long as we want.

Just like the butterflies resting on the branches, we can choose the most beautiful scenery to enjoy and take pictures. Every photo is carefully selected by Mingyue and then invites me in. Then we will smile happily at each other, and I will know that I am in love with the peach blossom. The bright moon is definitely many times more beautiful than the real me. There are wandering orioles rising and falling in the distance, and they collect all the soft spring beauty and leave in a hurry. And I, after all, have to return home from my spring outing.

Farewell to Mingyue, I suddenly feel that in a hundred years of life, I have a true confidant who will sound the alarm for you when you are proud, cheer for you when you are frustrated, and accompany you to see you when you are confused. Flowers bloom and fall, what a happy thing it is. Prose about Rain 3

The sunset is cloudy, the rain falls on the windowsill, and my thoughts are unfinished. I put my head on a book, close my eyes and listen to the rain, and let the drops break in my heart. Wander to my heart's content, and invite me in the long rain alley. Encountering the words in the book, the tranquility of a rain washes away the raindrops, and the green stone steps, walking leisurely, gradually become emotional, the heart is like a mirror, and the rain falling on the mortal world is also a beautiful sight.

The euphemistic words describe the prosperity of the falling rain, and how many people in the dream are awake. It is difficult for old friends to return to the present. Season after season, we gradually understand that thousands of times, the figures that seem to be familiar are only Let me meet you when it rains.

The rains one after another have already washed away the lead, falling one after another, drifting in the wind, and moistening the soul, so that confused people no longer follow the tide, and under the support of umbrellas, they run around the world and taste the rain in the world. Chen Yuan, the scenery is beautiful.

The rain continued, and I smiled but said nothing. The flowers falling from each tree, together with the sound of pattering rain, fall lingeringly into the heart. Yesterday, the fireworks were blooming, but in the rainy sky, there were no more scattered shooting stars. After thousands of years of waiting, the beauty of the world no longer looks like it used to. I put it in the palm of my hand and refused to let go.

The rain in spring, the flowers blooming from tears, the rain in April in the world, who carry the lovesickness into pieces. On the other side of the fallen flowers, I long for ashes.

The rain is the poet's tears, gently touching the weak corner, it is melancholy. Inadvertently, falling rain turns into sorrow. Your affectionate look back is fully visible at this moment, making me obsessed with love. Only in this life, I can meet Yu and achieve a charming relationship.

The poetic spring, the scrolling picture, the quiet night, the rustling wind, and the care, are like lingering in the heart again and again, a flexible heart. Love is a vine that keeps climbing, entwining thoughts in the heart forever.

I no longer want to leave you, just like the rain tonight, endless longing, the lotus in the pond sheds tears, I can’t bear to see your moving face, like rain on pear blossoms, the only affectionate one. I only care about the long road left. In my life, I just want to spend time with you, hand in hand until I grow old, and walk with the rain. Prose about Rain 4

A rain stains not only the smoke and clouds, but also a person's heart...

On the quiet rainy night, the light rain is still pattering, nourishing All things and the world are feeling cool. Accompanied by wisps of breeze, I happily lay on the bedside, recalling the past and savoring the deep affection in the rain.

It is unclear when I changed my pen name to "Rainy Night Summer Is Not Cool", but I still remember that it was also a rainy night, a lonely rainy night. Walking slowly in the alley in the drizzle, seeing the "smiling dimples" in the deep bushes, I felt that this summer was boiling over and no longer cool. So he changed his pen name to "Rainy Night and Summer Is Not Cool", which remains until now.

Last year in autumn, the sky became yellowish and dim, and it was indeed cold. Walking on the endless road in the bleak wind, I felt a bit desolate. He couldn't help but put his hands in his pockets, seeking a moment of warmth. In the slightest warmth, I thought of someone. She entered my world, or my heart, in early autumn. She is very cold. There is a word "Han" in her name. I thought of it as "Han" many times. Coupled with her icy muscles and jade bones, I feel that she exudes an overwhelming cold air, which makes people feel helpless. Close diaphragm. During the days of acquaintance, we traveled together many times and talked about many unknown dreams. But no matter how many words you say, they can't resist that charming smile.

Time flies by and fireworks easily get cold. When I was young, I didn't understand the true meaning of love at all, let alone the deep affection behind the tears. As time passes, the distance between the two of them gets farther and farther on the road leading to the morning sun, until they are separated.

On a rainy night, rain and moonlight accompany each other. And I can only recall the past and bow my head. Look at the dream of tears and raindrops meeting in the deep rainy night.

A puddle of rainwater dripped down, it was so painful and so cold. Holding it in my hand, I realized that Yu has been gazing at the world affectionately... Yu's Prose 5

The cool breeze blew by, and the strands of winter rain turned into a misty veil. Looking up, The rain fell softly on my cheek. Although there is no fresh green outside the window, the faint dark yellow is also dancing with the wind and rain.

I suspect that winter also has magic, and the blue sky has also turned a layer of gray. The mist-like rain fell on the yellowing leaves, and the rain and dew rippled on the leaves... The rain gradually became heavier, but it was still gentle. At this time, the fine rain jumped lightly between the sky and the earth, and the "tick-tick-tick" sound conveyed messages to the heaven and the earth.

My hand drew a beautiful arc in the rain, and I suddenly discovered a few small lavender flowers that bloomed in winter: the tiny lavender petals were surrounded by golden stamens. Some of the petals were knocked off by the rain, but they still looked graceful. stand. I can't tell whether this is spring rain or winter rain, but what does it matter? No one felt the biting cold, but it felt very refreshing.

The winter rain is still falling, and the wisps of rain are falling, moisturizing everything in the world. The reverie drifts with the wind and rain, and the leaves are caught in the rain and slowly pass over my head. The rain gradually became lighter. Like an amiable grandma, gently stroking my face, full of endless fantasy. The rain was like a naughty little brother, sprinkling fine white sugar on my head, and kept saying: "Eat, eat quickly!" I shrugged helplessly.

The rain became lighter and lighter, and a golden sun actually appeared on the horizon, gradually hiding the rain. There is another beautiful scenery in the rain, not a rainbow, but the sun! The rain was still falling, from a layer of rain to a few drops, everything became clear and bright. The rain is no longer jumping lightly. It seems to be tired, but it is not exhausted yet. Take the time to play again and take a look at the winter scenery. Yu'er restrained herself bit by bit, only to see a few traces of mischievous Yu still lingering in the distance, unwilling to reach the ground for a long time. Prose of Rain 6

The misty rain is misty and there are wisps of smoke. The mountain town is shrouded in the spring rain, the mountains are hazy, and the flowers are beautiful, poetic and picturesque, imaginary and real, making people mesmerized.

It is misty and moist, and the charm of spring is fully revealed here. Look at the distant mountains, which look like a pair of indigo eyebrows, yet looming and covered with a translucent veil wrapped in the moist spring rain. The lush green on the mountain blends into the hazy world. The green is alluring and bright, full of vitality.

"Good rain knows the season" happened quietly in this group of beauties. The enchanting peonies, moistened by the spring rain, become more and more beautiful and fragrant, and the beauty of the country is alluring. Dewdrops rolled on the petals, wrapped in its human color, and silently dripped into the grass with the lingering fragrance. The grass also stood up proudly, with its little needle-like head popping out, like a newborn child, moistened by the spring rain, showing lovely green and reborn green, and thrived in the embrace of the rain. The bright color on the grass tip is like a pearl or emerald, inlaid on the simple cotton silk. Birds fly low under the mist of spring rain and sing gracefully in the treetops. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful!

Walking in the rain, sucking in the fragrant air, taking a breath, it’s wet, cool and sweet! Pinch it, it's so tender that you can squeeze out green juice. The raindrops hit my face, like the tip of a needle, burning gently, and like being wrapped in a layer of cloth, moist, greasy, and extremely comfortable.

The spring rain makes the air free of dust and dregs; the spring rain makes the original green even more attractive. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The spring rain moistens the mountains and moisturizes people. When people walk in the spring rain, their worries can be forgotten and their worries can be abandoned. The spring rain moistens people's hearts, as if a biting cold wind brings a touch of warmth.

Spring rain, the essence of spring. Prose about Rain 7

It started to rain near dusk, with a gentle breeze and drizzle. It smelled soft and fragrant. I folded a willow branch, picked a flower, and read it casually. It was a little warm and a little soft, but Not long after, it rained heavily, there was thunder and lightning. Look, God's temper in spring. Are you afraid of thunder and lightning? If you are afraid, I will accompany you!

Raise your eyebrows and sniff deeply, oh! It's so graceful. What is close is a little red and pink in the misty rain, a touch of green between yellow and white, the moving wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, the flowing reflection of the mountains and rivers in the dream, the people running fast in the rain, the taxi driver can I'm so happy, business is very good today! To sum it up as crazy and drunk is a bit too much, it should be called graceful!

At about six o'clock, the rain stopped, the air was fresh, and the sounds of frogs and unknown insects could be heard in the distance. The spring breeze did not disturb the spring rain, nor did it ruin my mood. The light wind gently pushed open the spring wood door. I lowered my head to avoid the willow branches, and when I got close, the spring scenery in the garden shouldn't be exaggerated. The green was so shallow, like the ripples in the pool, and the red was so bright, haha: it's not the red apricots hanging out of the wall, it looks random, But it is the agility and stretch of life.

I have no intention of offending the beauty of spring, I just opened a corner of spring out of curiosity, and accidentally got into the picture. I am not a talented person nor a romantic, but just by accident, I opened the poem of spring!

It would be a waste if I don’t feel and feel this situation with my heart. I am reading and listening with my heart, for fear of missing the flowers blooming on the other side and looking across the autumn water without seeing my beloved. Maybe I think too much, but But it is the actual feeling. I pursue perfection, maybe it is unrealistic, but I have to write, follow the feeling, and before I know it... Rain's Prose 8

The rain finally fell to the ground at dusk. got up. In fact, this rain has been brewing since noon, and dark clouds are gathering in the sky little by little. As the clouds become denser, the weather in the summer afternoon becomes more and more muggy, and the temperature seems to have risen several degrees. The whole village is like a steamer, with hot air flowing around it. No matter where you are, you can't hide. And the unknown cicada was chirping tirelessly, spreading the heat continuously, until my heart felt nothing but heat.

The rain kept falling for more than half an hour without stopping. In an instant, the entire village was submerged in mist. Occasionally, a burst of thunder and lightning would break the rain curtain, and then it was still mist. As the rain fell, the heat gradually subsided, and the wind carrying the rain also brought bursts of coolness. The slow heat was replaced by refreshing wind. Moistened by the rain, the fields have returned to green and appear full of vitality, and the mountains in the distance are also lush and green.

At this time, the sun that was about to set behind the mountain was no longer scorching, and seemed much gentler. The scattered light seems to coat the village with a layer of golden color. The lake is golden, the houses are golden, and the roads are also golden. The old farm cow under the tree is still golden. The mooing sounds of cows made the pastoral scene after the rain even more vivid. In this situation, the familiar ballad seemed to be ringing in my ears. "Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion...".

The fields after the rain and the village under the slanting sun are such a tranquil and pure pastoral scenery. I think this is what the poet wrote, "The slanting light shines on the village, and the cows and sheep return to the back alley" should be like this. The view. Prose about Rain 9

It was definitely a surprise, the rain fell just as soon as I said it would.

Densely, one after another, they were pulled down from the gray sky and became a vast curtain. It has never been so thorough, it has never been so skillful, it seems that it has been patiently sorted out by some huge force, and it seems to have received a unified order and is running patiently. The leaves were stunned, some were confused, and some were enjoying the caress of the rain calmly. They all put away their wait-and-see attitude, and sang the songs of Xia Yu.

I like rainy days like this. Through the window on the corridor, I can look out and have the most intimate communication with the rain. There is a kind of pleasure in being immersed in the space of appreciation; feeling in the boundless diversity is the most real closeness. You can forget about busyness and laziness, you can throw away the burden and care, and just stand quietly and appreciate it quietly. Thinking about the path in the rain, thinking about the splashing rain and mist that wet the pants; thinking about the sea in the rain, still rolling, playing the music of the rain ensemble...

The distant mountains are hidden in the rain. In addition to their arrogance, it is vague, fuzzy, a little misty, but after all, it reveals persistence. That is the most steadfast and natural waiting, and this waiting has lasted for hundreds of millions of years. In the rain, I am a leisurely spectator; in the mountains, I have a small call. But as a spectator's call, after all, it combined with the pure sound of rain, stirring up continuous thoughts. Mountains have existed for more than a billion years; rain has fallen for hundreds of millions of years; the latest people to come to this world, with the qualification of hundreds of thousands of years, became manic, dreaming of transforming the rain and defeating the mountains. Mountains were filled into the sea by roaring construction trucks; forests were driven to a dead end by the shrill sound of saws...

A gust of wind, raindrops jumped into the window and wet my arms, Hit me in the face. I neither hid nor avoided. I quietly enjoyed the coolness of the summer rain and felt the visit of the summer rain. Prose about Rain 10

The rain in the south is lingering, gentle, slender, and lasting;

The rain in the north is bold, hearty, rough, and crisp.

The rain in the south is like the love of a girl in the south, shy, affectionate and reserved;

The rain in the north is like the love of a boy in the north, blazing, passionate and unrestrained.

The rain in the south reminds people of the pastoral songs played by the flute, the spring flowers and the autumn moon, the wine-scented Xinghua Village and the mist-shrouded mountains and cottages...

The rain in the north makes people think of it. People think of Huang Zhongdalu, the golden warrior and the iron horse, the rich plateau, the flat fertile soil, the horn-like corn and the red sorghum that burns like fire...

I once walked in the rain alley in the south, wearing a The small bamboo hat, stepping on the ancient bluestone slab, appreciates the grace of the long-legged rain. The feeling of having only the fun of rain but no dripping warmth is unforgettable to me.

I have also been in the vast wilderness of the north, barefoot, holding a weak little flower umbrella, and welcomed the baptism of the downpour. The utter joy, the joy that washed away all the hatred in my soul, makes me still excited when I recall it.

I often think about why the rain in the south and the rain in the north are different on the same national map? Could it be that as far back as the Bronze Age of the Pre-Taotai period, during the Qin and Han dynasties, the southern rain and the visiting rain were already distinct and had distinct personalities?

Think about it, if there was only one kind of rain, one color, and one appearance in such a huge land, it would be boring, monotonous, and boring.

I love the drizzle in the south and the heavy rain in the north.

The rain in the south is like my sister, and the rain in the north is like my brother.