Essay on rainstorm prose

Essays on Rainstorm 1 The morning rain is full of flowers and silvery bells.

A long river paves the way, and pedestrians are lonely with umbrellas.

From the early morning, the rainstorm was overwhelming and sparse, and the grass swayed in the breeze like a drunkard. After the baptism of the storm, oleander, peony, pomegranate, gardenia, acacia, magnolia and so on, the residual flowers and leaves have fallen one after another, leaving little, more fresh and beautiful. Let's cherish scarcity.

Rainwater gathers on the ground, more and more, and the water in the city is always insufficient. For a time, it formed a scene of thousands of miles and thousands of rivers. When the raindrops fall again, they splash silver-bell-like blisters on the water, one after another, flashing silver light, and playing a wonderful melody happily on the earth.

The road is also full of water, rushing like a river to a low-lying place with sediment and gathering into a puddle. The canal along the road is even more lively. Leaves, petals, dead branches and sediment rushed into the water and rushed to low-lying places, just like holding a grand party there.

Occasionally, a pedestrian walks by with an umbrella, hesitates by the puddle, walks alone, and the rain wets the corner library. Only a few shoelaces of his bare feet can be seen underwater. He is regretting that he didn't get things done earlier and went out to work in rainy days, but he forgot that everything has a marriage. The sky turns and the stars move, and people are worse than the sky.

Rainstorm Essay 2 Songyuan Rainstorm, I really feel the taste of the sea. After the car passed, the rain fell on the sidewalk like waves, and the road surface was' waves' ...

Don't expect to take a taxi or a bus. At this time, any vehicle is already in danger. I am satisfied with having a way home. I don't know when the car submerged in the middle of the road will wait. At the moment, the master's mood is many times worse than mine!

Many people gathered at the intersection of Wal-Mart and watched pedestrians wading across the road. They were really scared and worried about how to get home. ...

From the company, you can't go the way you used to. I walked around Dongzhen Pedestrian Street, along the walls of buildings B 12 and B 1 1 under construction, stepping on soil and weeds, enduring construction waste, and finding a place to stay after lifting my feet. It is very difficult to take it step by step. Seeing that the water on the road is a piece of Wang Yang, it took me a long time to walk to the north gate of Dongzhen. In order to draw less water, I had to walk a long way from the gate, carrying my bag, holding my umbrella, carrying the hem of my long skirt and stepping on the mud for fear of falling ... At this moment, I suddenly noticed that no one in the group cut off by water was holding an umbrella, and my umbrella was still tense. ...

It's much easier to cross the gate road in Dongzhen Town. Pay more attention to the road surface and try to find a shallow place to cross the crosswalk. As a result, I still reached the position of the second kindergarten, wading through it, and it would be good to have a way to go.

Here in Little Square, the source of Fujiangyuan, people are still immersed in the melody of the square dance, but they don't know that it has been flooded and can't walk. What a big gap! ……

Finally home, I feel so warm at home! Happiness arises spontaneously.

Rainstorm Essay 3 Fu returned home after shopping. She heard the sound coming from the window, so she listened and said, "Hello!" " At the beginning, the drums were ringing, and suddenly Ma Benteng. If war is coming, the wind will converge. Smell in things, bang bang, gold and iron ring; Another example is the crowd of bandits, running with shields, and great danger is coming. When I opened the window, I saw: "Dark clouds are gathering, lightning is thundering, the wind is dancing wildly, and the rain is pouring down." "For a while and language yue" alas! So is this rainstorm. Why bother? The storm in Gevli is also fierce, and its voice is loud and roaring; Its appearance is chaotic, and the wind destroys the rain; Its spirit is cold and thrilling; Its environment is lonely, and flowers and leaves are dragging. Therefore, its color is also, but the world is in prison and bustling.

Mu Xinxin enjoys himself, the flowers bloom brilliantly, and the wood shakes the flowers. The reason why it is abandoned is to cover up its fortitude. Husband rainstorm, executioner also, it was Yang at that time; Bandits are like fire; It is the aura of heaven and earth, and it is often persuaded by killing people. Heaven is to things, spring flowers and autumn fruits. Therefore, the same is true in music. The sound of the horn dominates the sound of the East. This is the March Law. Angle, one after another, things should be happy one after another; Cluster, gather also, things should be gathered one by one. My husband is the soul of all souls. He wants to protect vegetation and win glory, but he can't. When things flourish, they decline. Why do you hate the destruction of thunderstorms?

Rainstorm Essay 4 I woke up this morning to see the sky was gray, and the weather forecast also showed that heavy rain turned into heavy rain. I can't help worrying that the students are coming. There is water on the rainy road. What if a student slips? It's almost time for class, and the students are coming into the classroom one after another. I was touched that no one was absent because of the weather.

In the afternoon, the weather was still unclear, and the children came one after another. The children had their first literature class, sang songs and played games. They were very happy. In the third grade, there was a child who didn't come to class. Several teachers are in a hurry, and their parents can't get in touch, so they have to wait for news tomorrow. When school was over, the sky was overcast and windy, and several young students on duty stayed for cleaning. Our teachers quickly sent them out of the school gate and told them to pay attention to safety on the road. After watching them leave, we cleaned the classroom, but we couldn't help worrying about their safety. The rain began to get heavier slowly. A child without an umbrella stood at the door waiting anxiously. A teacher picked up an umbrella and took the child into the heavy rain to send him home.

The rain is ruthless, and seeing the smiling faces of the children makes me feel that everything is worth it!

Today, the sun is still shining, and white clouds are floating in the blue sky outside the window; Trees washed by rain are particularly green ... I lean against the window to see the blue sky and white clouds, and birds fly freely in the sky ... Outside the window, it is a charming scenery; In the window, I curled up and my mood fluctuated. At ten o'clock last night, I just got off work and was walking on my way home. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and it began to rain cats and dogs. A thick curtain of rain fell from the sky. How can I hold a small umbrella against the wind and rain? In the wind, in the rain, in the endless night, my clothes were all wet, and the wet clothes wrapped my thin body. A strong wind blew over and made me tremble with cold. The rainstorm poured down and hit me unscrupulously. I hobbled through the rain, ............................................................................................................................................................ I walked in the rain for a long time, like a lost lamb, and I couldn't find my way home. I stumbled forward, soaked and flustered. This night, walking alone in the vast rainy night, I couldn't help crying, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, which watered my body and mind. I haven't cried so sadly for a long time. With the mottled years, I seem to have forgotten to cry, and my fragile heart is getting tougher. Tell myself: Don't cry! At this moment, tears poured down. In such a big city, I am like a lonely boat, wandering around for my life. What am I pursuing? Day after day, year after year, let the tears be buried in my heart ... The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and it was almost dawn, so I woke up. The sun shines outside the window, illuminating my cold heart. "Yawn", nose and tears flow out again. The heavy rain last night soaked me and made me feel cold.

People are on a journey, whether it is stormy or sunny, the front is sunny!