Poetry describing gray weather

The weather is sultry, gray, gloomy and dark.

Cold gray clouds, unpredictably covering the seven-color rainbow nine days away, are trembling and raining.

Dark clouds squeeze the sky, hiding the scarlet just now. It seems to be falling down, as if the whole world is silent. The cold wind shuttled rapidly, leaving people exclaiming. Weak flowers and grass have trembled and succumbed to the ground. It is the upcoming events that cast a shadow in front of them!

It's dark and very cold. Grass bowed its head, branches winding, looked up and found dark clouds gathering. Unexpectedly, it began to rain quietly.

It's dark, and the dark clouds seem to be coming down. Grandma Sun also hid in fear, and Baiyun, who had just finished playing, ran home to sleep. I pulled my coat, afraid of the coming heavy rain, and ran desperately in the direction of home.

It's dark, and the dark clouds seem to be coming down. From time to time, there was deafening thunder and dazzling lightning, which gave people a terrible feeling.

Dark clouds are flying in the sky, and I can't bear to release my feelings. The people on the ground are greeted by a dark sky, gloomy and depressed, and there is always a sense of loss, and the mood also sinks. Cloudy days are a good time for people to think quietly. Cloudy days always portend rain; Soon, the rain fell from the sky, breaking this dreariness.

The sky overhead glowed with gray-blue light, which sadly shone on the snow and buried a few hay in the vast white sea.

Suddenly, dark clouds came from the sky, covering the sky, and several lightning flashes. Then, I heard the first thunder this year. It's raining, and it's raining in Mao Mao. From a distance, trees and houses seem to be shrouded in light smoke. The rain drummed on the awning, slammed on the glass window and splashed on the ground.

There is a strong wind outside, branches are scattered all over the floor, and the dust on the ground is flying everywhere, which makes people hard to open their eyes.

Dark clouds, gloomy, dark, lightning and thunder.

I like this weather, a little rain, but no umbrella, just like fog and rain, cool, with cloudy weather and intermittent cool wind, very comfortable and sober.

Before it rained, the clear sky in Wan Li suddenly turned into a big black curtain, covering the whole sky. Even the brightest sun disappeared without a trace. The clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, and it is going to rain. Pedestrians on the road took shelter from the rain in time, leaving me alone in the street, so I had to hide under the eaves, hoping that the rain would stop soon.

Summer is a season of changing face. It sometimes cries and sometimes laughs. At that time, Wan Li was clear, the blue sky was like washing, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun was like fire. For a while, the sky was low and dark, the clouds were gathering and the wind roared; After a while, the weather went on the rampage, with lightning and thunder; It will rain cats and dogs later. After a while, the rain stopped and Hongqiao flew north and south. Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.

It is cloudy again. Dalian has not seen the sun for a long time. It seems to be rainy season in the south. It's been raining, and it's raining in Mao Mao. It's really cut and messy!

On a quiet night, when people were dreaming in bed, they suddenly made a loud noise, and then they heard the sound of dripping water in front of the eaves. The rhythm of Didi is like a lullaby. It gets louder and faster. I seem to be hypnotized, and then I fall asleep.