A 500-word diary about rain

The abundant rain in June disturbed the morning and poured down at night. Before the sun left, the wind gasped in the waterfall rain. The following is my summer diary about rain. I hope you like it.

Summer Diary about Rain Part I

For several days, the sun was angry. I don't know who angered him. He lost his temper. The small trees and grass on the ground are dizzy by the sun, and even the small fish are struggling in the mud, dying of thirst.

Just then, a white cloud floated in the sky. Brother Baiyun saw the young tree hang his head and groaned in pain: If we go on like this, we will die of thirst. Help us! ? He heard it again, and the grass said listlessly, Help? Me, me? Children? All right. ? Say that finish, the grass fainted. Baiyun each hurriedly called several of his companions, and they began to combine and transform, showing their magical powers.

In an instant, the sky was dark, as if the ink bottle had been overturned. Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and then a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. After a while, raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky and hit the ground. As soon as the wind blows, the rain curtain floats from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness. This is really a timely rain.

The little fish opened his mouth and said loudly, Come on, come on, fill our pond. ? The tree suddenly woke up and called Little Grass Sister: Little Grass Sister, wake up, it's raining, it's raining. ? Grass's sister suddenly woke up, and she said happily: heavy rain, heavy rain, hurry up, hurry up, let us grow taller and more beautiful! ? The little frog joined in the fun and croaked, Swim again, dive again! ? The bird is here, too. Say? Get out of the car, get out of the car, I want to take a good bath! ?

The rain gradually subsided, the clouds dispersed, the pond was full and the earth came back to life. Just then, a seven-color rainbow appeared in the northwest sky, setting off the blue sky and white clouds. The air is fresh, the green leaves are lush, the grass is oily, the country roads are muddy, and the birds are singing in the dense jungle, which is refreshing.

Summer Diary about Rain Part II

In the rainy season in summer, are we one year older? Grow up unconsciously. Looking back, I thought I was still a child. The rain is still watering the earth. It needs rain, and it-the earth-is too dry.

When I was a child, when it rained, the adults at home shouted: Son, don't go to the dam on rainy days, or you will catch a cold if you get wet by the rain. Even now that we feel grown up, our parents still have to nag. In the eyes of parents, we will always be big children. How funny it is to think of it now, because we always think that we have grown up and changed in the eyes of our parents.

I knew how to make friends when I was in junior high school. When it rains, it feels so romantic to be with the girl you like on a rainy day. Walking with (female) friends in the rainy sky and listening to the rain.

Now that I'm in high school, I don't feel like before. I always feel that rain is not good weather, so I have to complain in my heart. How can it rain so much in this damn weather? Is there my enzyme luck again today?

When you are sad, think about the rain, wash away the sadness in your heart and make yourself happy again.

Rain, I was born when it rained. Dad said that at that time, I could only hear the sound of raindrops and tiles hitting. That's so sweet, so sweet. Why haven't you found it yet? Is it because you don't have enough life experience? Is it because you and Yu don't communicate in the same language?

Only when it rains do we have a chance to communicate with the rain?

Summer Diary about Rain Part III

When it rains heavily, I will think of something that happened to me. Every time I think about it, I will feel the greatness of my father from the bottom of my heart.

One morning, there was no cloud in Wan Li, and I went to school happily. In the afternoon, the weather suddenly changed, and soon, the sky was overcast. At the end of the class, I heard thunder rumbling, and lightning struck the earth one after another. Suddenly, the wind blew hard and it rained heavily. I thought to myself:? Shit, I didn't bring my umbrella today. How can I go home now?

After school, I watched my classmates leave one by one, but I stood in the corridor waiting for the rain to stop. There are fewer and fewer people watching at school, and I am getting anxious. Thought:? Will mom and dad come to pick me up? Don't you remember, or they didn't come to pick me up. ? Just when I was in a hurry, a tall figure appeared in the rain. ? It's dad! ? I cried with joy. Dad came up to me and asked me if I was cold. Then he gave me his umbrella and said, Son, go home by yourself. Dad has something to do. I'll go home late. ? Watching my father's figure gradually disappear in the rain, I went home happily with an umbrella. The raindrops on the umbrella are like beautiful notes. Later, I learned that my father lost an important order in order to send me an umbrella, because that was the day when my father signed the bill with a big company. At that moment, I deeply felt the greatness of my father's love.

I will always remember this. Whenever it rains heavily, my mind will see the scene of my father coming to pick me up. This memory tells me that maternal love is great, and so is paternal love.

Summer Diary about Rain Chapter 4

Long-lost rain drips outside the window, and my mood can't help getting better. Every time I enjoy the rain, it brings me infinite pleasure. Perhaps, choosing between rain and snow, many people will choose snow! I have a soft spot for rain.

According to my mother, I was born on a rainy night. The first sound I heard when I came into this world was the sound of rain. Maybe, I was born with the rain! My mother said that I loved crying when I was a child, but as soon as I heard the rain, I would laugh through tears. This is fate, an irresistible force.

I remember when I was 8 years old, it was raining outside in Mao Mao. I went barefoot to see my brother and asked him to accompany me to enjoy the rain. He went barefoot. We scampered barefoot in a rainy paradise. Tick-tock? The sound of rain hitting the ground is sometimes like the impact of bowls and pots, sometimes like the cry of a little doll, and sometimes like the sound of an alarm clock. Very nice!

Unconsciously, my brother and I arrived at our secret base! The light rain patted my body gently, and a breeze brushed my face gently, which also brought a fragrance. Fresh fragrance is a gift brought by rain.

My brother and I ran around in the rain and chased each other for a while? Slipped? My brother slipped, and soon I slipped, too Like mice, we get up without knowing the pain, and sometimes we pat the rain with our feet and splash a little water. We are happily enjoying the fun brought by nature!

No, someone found us! Are laughing at us! My brother was shy to escape, so I grabbed him and said, the world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it! ? Because we have our preferences, there is nothing to worry about! They laugh because they are different from us. I can only say that others don't understand me!

The rain today is still so beautiful. I have grown up, and I am not as naive as I was when I was a child. I opened the window and breathed the fresh air brought by the rain, which made people feel refreshed and relaxed! Crystal clear rain is like a pearl, but the moment it falls to the ground, it ends its short life! That's great. They sacrificed themselves to benefit others. I appreciate these humble little drops of water!