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Writing in the process of rainstorm change
After five o'clock, the sky is getting dark. I think it will definitely rain later, and it will be fine! Sure enough, as I expected, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed and thundered, and there was a precursor to heavy rain. After a while, a strong wind blew the fir tree in front of my house, and probably cut off more than half of the branches. Soon, it rained heavily. At first, it was very loud, with a sound of 30-50 decibels. Later, it turned into a rainstorm, and the thunder was loud, like a landslide, and the earth was shaking. As timid as a mouse, as soon as they jump into bed, they quickly run to the bedroom and cover their ears with pants, because they are most afraid of hearing thunder.
The strong wind kept blowing south, and the leaves swayed with the wind. The rain swooped down and wet the ground, and the water drops on the grass kept falling, nourishing the soil and nourishing the earth. The smell of earth permeates the wind with raindrops and is passed on to every household. In this way, they can taste the fragrance of the soil. Xiao Xue 123
After a few minutes, the thunder stopped and the wind stopped blowing, but the rain kept falling. A minute later, it disappeared immediately, but the wet floor let people know its footprint.
The storm is really spectacular. I will watch it more carefully in the future!
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Everyone says that Xia is a child. If I hadn't witnessed it, I would never have believed it.
"Boom", a thunder broke the silence of summer. "Just now is very clear. Why is it raining in Wan Li now? " I asked, puzzled. Curious, I went to the balcony.
Standing on the balcony, the surrounding scenery immediately fascinated me: several hills in the distance seemed to be covered with a "white gauze skirt." Moistened by the rain, the crowded house took on a new look. A bee also danced in the rain, and when she was tired of dancing, she stopped under the eaves and enjoyed the beautiful scenery belonging to the rainy world. With a splash, a rain woke me up and looked up. Countless raindrops, like pearls with broken lines, fall straight and beans are as big as raindrops. With the sound of "Song of Summer", mother Yu's party has become more and more "lively".
Suddenly dark clouds filled every corner. Dragon! First there was a loud noise, then it rained cats and dogs. "Sasha Vujacic-"The crisp voice reached my ears. Occasionally looked down. The living little ant poked its head out quietly. Maybe they were awakened by the sudden heavy rain. "Hoo-"A cold wind blew and made me tremble.
Time is ticking, ticking, but this "uninvited guest" never leaves. The pine tree shook its head in the heavy rain, as if it would fall when pushed. Looking at this "distinguished" summer son in the distance, I am helpless and can only "kneel for mercy". Xiazi seems to understand what I mean and is no longer busy.
The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the boys in summer stopped making trouble.
After this rainstorm, I finally know that summer is also a child, and my face changes when I say it. Don't mess with him next time!
Heavy rain; rainstorm
The typhoon has been blowing here for several days, and the storm has swept across the land in the south of the Yangtze River. No, just in July 13, there was another storm. The heavy rain made me restless for a long time.
That night, I turned off the lights and went to bed early, but because of the strong wind outside the window. I couldn't sleep for a long time, so I leaned against the window and watched.
The wind roared, knocked down the door and slammed it on the wall. The wind blew on the wire, making a "meow-"scream. A series of lightning pierced the dark night curtain, and the dull thunder roared like a cannon, which greatly frightened me.
There was a flash of lightning, a clear thunderbolt, and then it began to rain cats and dogs, just as the gods received a signal to pour the water of Tianhe into the world. The heavy rain slammed on the roof and the glass, playing an amazing movement. At this time, another flash of lightning dazzled me and I couldn't open my eyes. "Boom-"is another deafening thunder, which scared me to cover my ears and hide under the covers.
Fengshen's sharp arrow roared and cheered at the helpless earth. The trees on the roadside shook their clumsy limbs as much as possible to avoid the rain arrows, but in spite of this, the trees were all black and blue in an instant. The small pond in front of the house was soon filled with a large area of yellow water. The duckweed on the river is like a frightened child, curled up in a corner of the pond, the river turns violently with the wind, and the waves on the river are constantly undulating.
Although it is as dark as spilled black ink, the rolling clouds are faintly visible, and the clouds are like the face of a monster. Blue-purple lightning is the monster's terrible and ferocious smiling face.
There is no one on the path; The sky is full of muscle piles, and several stragglers are desperately hiding from the rain under people's eaves; The flowers on the roadside were also torn by the strong wind; Weeds can't stand the test of the storm and have already bent down; The clothes hanging in the corridor are also "dancing" with the wind. ...
I stood at the window, looking at the scene before me and thinking about the golden sun. The storm will pass, and the dark clouds will still be driven away by the sun. Tomorrow, people will still wait for the bright sunshine.
The weather forecast says it will rain tomorrow, and it is cloudy tonight, a scene before the rain.
I finished my homework, watched TV and read comic books for a while. It's already 8 o'clock. I had a good sleep and got into the warm bed. I don't know what happened outside, and I soon fell into a sweet dream. When I got up in the morning, I only heard thunder rumbling. I shouted "It's raining" happily. I dressed at once and looked out of the window.
Suddenly, a blue lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunder. Scared and curious, I continued to look out of the window. Raindrops fall from the sky. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small, and they fall to the ground, splashing small bubbles, just like putting a flower skirt on the earth.
I think, at this time, Grandpa Sun must have gone to sleep behind the mountain, and the dark clouds are rampant. (Introduce my composition) I chase hard in the sky, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a hunter, and turn the sky into a big stage. After I finished eating, my father said, "It's raining hard. Let me take you to school. "
Sitting in my father's car, the rain hits the window, ticking, and with the rumble of Grandpa Lei, it becomes the most beautiful symphony in nature. Not far from the school, I got off with an umbrella. Raindrops fall from my umbrella, just like a beautiful bead curtain. There are pools of water on the ground. I really want to take off my shoes and let my feet take a bath in them.
The composition of Chunyu is as expensive as oil. I went to school and put away my umbrella. Everywhere is wet, but I feel much cleaner. The trees on campus are greener, the flowers in the flower beds hold their heads high, and everything in the field is nourished. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil".
The weather forecast says it will rain tomorrow, and it is cloudy tonight, a scene before the rain. I finished my homework, watched TV and read comic books for a while. It's already 8 o'clock. I had a good sleep and got into the warm bed. I don't know what happened outside, and I soon fell into a sweet dream.
When I got up in the morning, I only heard thunder rumbling. I shouted "It's raining" happily. I dressed at once and looked out of the window. Suddenly, a blue lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunder. Scared and curious, I continued to look out of the window. Raindrops fall from the sky. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small, and they fall to the ground, splashing small bubbles, just like putting a flower skirt on the earth. I think, at this time, Grandpa Sun must have gone to sleep behind the mountain, and the dark clouds are rampant. (Introduce my composition) I chase hard in the sky, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a hunter, and turn the sky into a big stage.
After I finished eating, my father said, "It's raining hard. Let me take you to school. " Sitting in my father's car, the rain hits the window, ticking, and with the rumble of Grandpa Lei, it becomes the most beautiful symphony in nature. Not far from the school, I got off with an umbrella. Raindrops fall from my umbrella, just like a beautiful bead curtain. There are pools of water on the ground. I really want to take off my shoes and let my feet take a bath in them.
The composition of spring rain is as expensive as oil, and the composition of spring rain is as expensive as oil.
I went to school and put away my umbrella. Everywhere is wet, but I feel much cleaner. The trees on campus are greener, the flowers in the flower beds are raised, and everything in the field is nourished. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"!
4. How to write a composition When it rains, it takes about 100 words. As we know, clouds are composed of many small water droplets and small ice crystals, and raindrops and snowflakes are also composed of them. So, how do small water droplets and small ice crystals get bigger in the cloud?
In the water cloud, all water droplets are small water droplets. They are mainly increased by continuing to condense and collide with each other. Therefore, in water clouds, if cloud droplets are to increase to the size of raindrops, first of all, the clouds need to be thick, dense and rich in water, so that they can continue to condense and grow; Secondly, there needs to be strong vertical movement in the water cloud, so as to increase the chances of multiple collisions and mergers. In a thinner and more stable water cloud, there is not enough opportunity for cloud droplets to condense and grow together, which can only cause cloudy days and is unlikely to rain.
In different clouds, the distribution of cloud droplet size is different, and the reason of uneven cloud droplet size is the transportation of water vapor in the surrounding air and the evaporation of cloud droplets. The factors that make cloud droplets grow are condensation process and collision and merger process. In the case of condensation, the size of cloud droplets is uniform, but due to the supplement of water vapor, some cloud droplets grow, and the result of merger is that larger cloud droplets continue to grow and become raindrops. Raindrops fall under the action of gravity. When there is an updraft, raindrops will be subjected to an upward force, which will slow down their falling speed and some small raindrops may be picked up. Only when raindrops increase to a certain extent can they fall to the ground and form rainfall.
Some people like the stars in the sky, some people like the bright moon, and some people like the sun like a fireball.
But I like colorful sunset clouds. The sunset glow is picturesque and refreshing.
Whenever I enjoy the sunset glow alone, the fairyland-like sunset glow can always make me forget the troubles and fatigue of the day and put me in another world. Sunset is like a painter adjusting colors in a palette. When he adjusted them, the most beautiful scene in the sunset appeared before our eyes.
There is a "raging fire" in the endless western sky. At this time, the fire brigade arrived and they put out the fire immediately. When the sun goes down, the fire becomes smaller and smaller. When the sun completely falls into the western hills, the fiery sunset also puts away the last ray of light with people's laughter.
Colorful clouds sometimes appear on the horizon around sunrise and sunset. The chardonnay seen in the eastern sky around sunrise is called morning chardonnay, and the chardonnay around sunset is called sunset chardonnay.
Haze is the result of sunlight passing through the thick atmosphere around sunrise and sunset and being scattered by a large number of air molecules. When there are many impurities in the air, such as dust and water vapor, its color is more obvious.
If there are clouds, they will also be dyed orange and red. The bright red glow before and after sunrise shows that there is already a lot of water vapor in the atmosphere, and clouds have invaded this area from the west, indicating that the weather will turn to rain.
The appearance of a bright red and golden sunset indicates that the weather in the upper reaches of our western region has cleared up or the clouds have split, and the sunlight can penetrate to cause the sunset glow, indicating that the rain clouds hanging over the local area are about to move eastward and the weather will clear up.
6. Composition describing rainstorm Everyone says that Xia is a child who doesn't grow up. If I hadn't witnessed it, I would never have believed it.
"Boom", a thunder broke the silence of summer. "Just now is very clear. Why is it raining in Wan Li now? " I asked, puzzled. Curious, I went to the balcony.
Standing on the balcony, the surrounding scenery immediately fascinated me: several hills in the distance seemed to be covered with a "white gauze skirt." Moistened by the rain, the crowded house took on a new look. A bee also danced in the rain, and when she was tired of dancing, she stopped under the eaves and enjoyed the beautiful scenery belonging to the rainy world. With a splash, a rain woke me up and looked up. Countless raindrops, like pearls with broken lines, fall straight and beans are as big as raindrops. With the sound of "Song of Summer", mother Yu's party became more and more "lively".
Suddenly dark clouds filled every corner. Dragon! First there was a loud noise, then it rained cats and dogs. "Sasha Vujacic-"The crisp voice reached my ears. Occasionally looked down. The living little ant poked its head out quietly. Maybe they were awakened by the sudden heavy rain. "Hoo-"A cold wind blew and made me tremble.
Time is ticking, ticking, but this "uninvited guest" never leaves. The pine tree shook its head in the heavy rain, as if it would fall when pushed. Looking at this "distinguished" summer son in the distance, I am helpless and can only "kneel for mercy". Xiazi seems to understand what I mean and is no longer busy.
The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the boys in summer stopped making trouble.
After this rainstorm, I finally know that summer is also a child, and my face changes when I say it. Don't mess with him next time!
Heavy rain; rainstorm
The typhoon has been blowing here for several days, and the storm has swept across the land in the south of the Yangtze River. No, just in July 13, there was another storm. The heavy rain made me restless for a long time.
That night, I turned off the lights and went to bed early, but because of the strong wind outside the window. I couldn't sleep for a long time, so I leaned against the window and watched.
The wind roared, knocked down the door and slammed it on the wall. The wind blew on the wire, making a "meow-"scream. A series of lightning pierced the dark night curtain, and the dull thunder roared like a cannon, which greatly frightened me.
There was a flash of lightning, a clear thunderbolt, and then it began to rain cats and dogs, just as the gods received a signal to pour the water of Tianhe into the world. The heavy rain slammed on the roof and the glass, playing an amazing movement. At this time, another flash of lightning dazzled me and I couldn't open my eyes. "Boom-"is another deafening thunder, which scared me to cover my ears and hide under the covers.
Fengshen's sharp arrow roared and cheered at the helpless earth. The trees on the roadside shook their clumsy limbs as much as possible to avoid the rain arrows, but in spite of this, the trees were all black and blue in an instant. The small pond in front of the house was soon filled with a large area of yellow water. The duckweed on the river curled up in a corner of the pond like a frightened child. The river also turns violently with the wind direction, and the waves on the river surface are constantly undulating.
Although it is as dark as spilled black ink, the rolling clouds are faintly visible, and the clouds are like the face of a monster. Blue-purple lightning is the monster's terrible and ferocious smiling face.
There is no one on the path; In the sky, several stragglers are desperately hiding from the rain under people's eaves; The flowers on the roadside were also torn by the strong wind; Weeds can't stand the test of the storm and have already bent down; The clothes hanging in the corridor are also "dancing" with the wind. ...
I stood at the window, looking at the scene before me and thinking about the golden sun. The storm will pass, and the dark clouds will still be driven away by the sun. Tomorrow, people will still wait for the bright sunshine.
7. Description of the composition before and after the rainstorm 500 words The rainstorm is like a huge waterfall, sweeping the Changwei Plain from the northwest coast and rolling up in the sky.
Thunder rumbled among the low clouds, making people's ears hum. Lightning, sometimes with dazzling blue light, pierced the dark night sky, reflecting Tian He, who was swinging wildly in the storm, beating the raindrops on the earth and struggling in the heavy rain.
In an instant, lightning disappeared, heaven and earth merged into one, and everything was swallowed up by endless darkness. There is no one on the other side, and there is no other noise around, only deafening thunder and heavy rain.
Jun Qing River at dawn, however, lightning flashed fiercely, illuminating all corners, and the giant outside the curtain suddenly tore the gray curtain into pieces! Boom, boom, he shouted triumphantly. Whoo-hoo-the wind that blocked the curtains for two whole days came at a super high speed! When cicadas are silent, flies escape, mosquitoes hide, and people are as cold as shells.
Huo! Huo! Huo! The giant's knife light is flying in the sky, rumbling, rumbling, hurry up! Speak louder! Let the thunderstorm wash out a clean and cool world! Mao Dun's Before a Thunderstorm We just got back to our residence when suddenly there was a storm and thunder rumbled. Wind, rain and waves are intertwined.
Standing by the door, I saw the North Sea surging and roaring. The shower pounded the ground, and Sha Fei was splashed with water. The weeds in Xiao Suo seem to have turned into sharp steel knives, shaking and calling desperately in the storm ... Between heaven and earth, it seems that there are hordes of troops rushing forward. Only the lighthouse at the Green Water Corner is unwavering against the wind and rain.
Gu Jiong's "Green Water Corner" is stormy! Everyone went into their room from the porch and desperately closed the doors and windows. The mountains are out of sight in white.
Rain rushed into the window screen, hit the glass and splashed in through the window gap. Strong winds flow down from the roof, accumulate rainwater in the water hole and blow like a fountain.
My boredom was blown away by this magical wind and rain. In the monotonous life, there should have been a great destruction.
Bing Xin's Letter to a Little Reader: Thirteen, a cold wind rolled up from the bottom of the pit, and the sweaty people were so excited that they couldn't afford to shiver! A long and wide flash of lightning pierced the whole night sky, illuminating all people and things at the bottom of the valley for one second. Soon after, a loud thunder almost shattered the whole universe.
The coming storm has finally arrived, and the heavy and swift heavy rain spots and strong winds fall from the sky like cruel whips and are intertwined. It lashed the top of the mountain and the bottom of the valley, hitting people's heads and whole bodies without mercy ... Xiao Jun's mine in May, before and after the thunderstorm, the gray curtain of the sky suddenly cracked a crack! A crack in a letter! Like a bright blade across the curtain.
However, when I crossed it, the curtain closed again, as if I hadn't crossed it, and there was no wind at all. After a while, the sky flashed and the gray curtains opened again.
But what's the use? It's like a giant holding a bright broadsword outside trying to break the gray curtain, as if the giant was already roaring and angry; More and more tight, flashing all over the sky, glancing at the light of the broadsword, rumbling, and the giant's angry roar came from outside the curtain. One afternoon before Mao Dun's thunderstorm, Yu Boya walked home from the seaside.
The sky is gloomy, the climate is humid and sultry, there is no wind, and the mountains and rivers are dead and silent, so boring that people can hardly breathe. Suddenly, the zenith cracked a series of cracks and a series of silver snakes ran straight in the clouds.
White lightning lit up the sea, followed by rumbling thunder. Torrential rain poured on the sea, and the wind roared in all directions, as if the sea had turned over and disturbed the pine forest on the top of the mountain.
Huge waves rushed to the rocks on the shore one after another. Thunder, rain, waves and the sound of pines in the mountains are mixed together, shaking the world violently.
Chen Bochui Shen Jiaying's Composition by Yu Boya seems to be a sound sleep. However, thunder rumbled in the northwest ... the sound was dull and dull.
Lightning, in the distant northwest sky, on the black cloud of broken cotton wool, is burning with a roar. Jun Qing's "Riverside at Dawn" lightning rain, I do not know when it stopped; Lightning still shines, but it is gentle, like a smile.
In these intermittent glimpses like lights sweeping the sea, Lin Bai's confused eyes showed a sky that gradually turned pale blue and several paddles swaying on the waves. Mao Dun is color-blind: At the moment of lightning, the huge flash tore the darkness, shook it a few times with difficulty, and roared angrily from the depths of the vast space, beyond the octupole, like swords hitting each other, like landslides. This is lightning.
In Zhu Chunyu's Asian Waterfall, the dark sky was suddenly illuminated by lightning, and the opposite building clearly appeared and then sank into the darkness. The window shook after the thunder.
Raindrops fell from the eaves and splashed on the ground, getting bigger and bigger. Mother looked out of the window, sighed and said, "It's crazy. It is getting more and more serious. "
Rain in Ai Wu: Dark sky, dark river banks, dark rivers and heavy rain are like a complete curtain. The rain splashed on the face, making people breathless.
Suddenly, in the distance, a dazzling and pale fire was spit out, and thunder was thundered; The mountains responded for a long time, as if many empty barrels rolled from the left bank to the right bank and from the right bank to the left bank. The thunder stopped and there was lightning again. This time it's much closer. Strange branches spread in all directions, cutting the whole sky into pieces.
..... Suddenly, five or six feet above our heads, there was a terrible thunderbolt, and lightning fell like a sword, and the sky was completely shattered! I quickly squatted down, covered my buzzing ears and held my breath, as if I felt the fragments of the sky fall on my head and back. Ye's "On a River Without Navigation Signs" is getting louder and louder, and it seems to break away from the shackles of thick clouds and tear them up and get rid of them.
The blue light of dazzling lightning flashed quickly, and the huge thunder that followed shocked people's hearts.
8. How to write the changing process of rain?
I like rain. The lingering of spring rain and the rustling of autumn rain, especially in rainy summer, are so magnificent and shocking that dark clouds roll, thunder and lightning, wind and rain come and go from time to time. This feeling is indescribable and unparalleled.
In fact, the most beautiful thing is the spring rain. The breeze carries the light rain in Mao Mao, and the willow branches and leaves are misty and full of infinite poetry. The drizzle is like a graceful girl, dancing gently with a gentle waist, brushing your black hair and kissing your cheek. It is so gentle, gentle. Spring rain is as expensive as oil. It nourishes everything on the earth, just like a warm and peaceful mother. A calm mood will not surge into fanaticism.
Autumn rain always gives people a coolness, but it is the desolation that kills everything. It seems to be the calm that should be after the surge of * * *, perhaps the rest after fatigue, and the time to accumulate strength to show yourself again. There is a kind of hope, a kind of expectation full of * * *.
I long for the summer rain. The summer sky is like a child's face. It changes whatever you say. Wind and rain came, thunder and lightning, rain poured down like notes, and the whole world was dark. The trees are swaying in the strong wind, and everything disappears in the rainstorm ... After a strong venting, there will always be beautiful and colorful rainbows on the horizon, just like the bright spots in life.
I like running in the storm. Let the huge raindrops hit the body, wash the cheeks, soak every pore of the whole body, let the rain flow around like a river, and let the thirsty skin greedily feel the intensity of raindrops. Open your arms heartily, face the storm and let out a cry that goes deep into your heart and lungs. At this time, the mood is so excited, so surging, completely dissolved into the madness of the storm! Standing in the rain, I am proud of the four fields, as if heaven and earth were the only one!
Life is like rain, spring rain is gentle, summer rain is unrestrained, and autumn rain grows.
9. The article on the rainstorm process is thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air.
The long veil covered the black fields. Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.
The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring. Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.
In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
Beautiful flowers in the rain, just like wearing a crystal dress, are more delicate and charming. Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are like bright pearls, dazzling, and seem to be more beautiful than gems and diamond rings.
These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, and once they get up and down, they look like willow trees dancing with water droplets. After the baptism of spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves are green, the spring flowers are in full bloom and the grass is full of vitality.
Naughty Mao Mao rain, began to float, straight to the steaming pedestrian's face, giving people a cool feeling. Didi Didi.
This sound is light and soft, like the sound of grain seeds sprouting, like the sound of grass growing leaves, like the sound of soil on the tip of bamboo shoots ... it is obviously spring rain, isn't it a symbol of the gentle character of spring? Fine rain silk is woven into a huge rain curtain, which connects heaven and earth and splashes the scenery on the ground. A storm is coming! As soon as the wind blows, the rain curtain floats from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, people are laughing and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing. It happened that the weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao around three o'clock. The rain slowly fell on my face like smoke.
Raindrops are heavy and fall obliquely on the windowsill with the wind, and watermarks immediately appear on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the intermittent sound, and I can't feel the sound of rain dripping.
The rain kept pouring down, and the raindrops kept hitting the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky, drenching the earth. People are wearing colorful umbrellas. Looking from upstairs, they see umbrellas moving in the rain, colorful, just like a beautiful watercolor painting.
Rain flows down the steep slope like a river, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang. The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge silk, dancing between heaven and earth.
10. Before and after the rainstorm (writing composition), the sky suddenly darkened, and lightning outside the window was accompanied by deafening thunder, and a rainstorm began.
However, sitting in the classroom, we are faced with a huge difficulty. Because of the sunshine in the afternoon, many people didn't bring umbrellas, so they were in a hurry. I was lucky enough to listen to my parents' instructions and bring an umbrella. However, it's raining heavily outside, and it's inevitable to get wet even with an umbrella, but the situation has eased.
But the classroom is so dark that I can't even read the words on my homework clearly, and it's no way. I immediately fell into a dilemma. Finally, I had to bite my teeth and run out of the classroom door with an umbrella in full view. It's raining harder than I thought, and the water hasn't reached my calf yet. Fortunately, there are some high fences around, so I can avoid getting my shoes wet as soon as I go out. However, the sudden rain still messed up my trouser legs, and my umbrella was "pattering", and the fast bean-sized raindrops kept banging on my umbrella, which made me wonder if this umbrella would break one small hole after another under this raindrop. There are also many people running without umbrellas on the road. They covered their heads and rushed to the rainy place at a speed of 100 meters. A closer look shows that rain is dripping from their skirts and trouser legs, and they look flustered and alive. I can only be glad and continue to go home.
However, the shower was accompanied by a strong wind, and I went against the wind. The difficulty is self-evident, almost even more difficult. The wind roared in my ears, blowing my clothes bulging, making my hair alive but not weak, as if laughing at my smallness and humbleness. Rain poured into my clothes with the wind, and my clothes were better, but my pants were rotten, and they were all covered with water. I can only pray in my heart and get up quickly. The degree of embarrassment is not worse than that of people without umbrellas. What really has little effect in the face of natural forces! I can't help feeling, although now is not the time to feel. There is an underground passage in front of me. There are two ways to go now, one is to take the highway, and the other is to take the underground passage where there may be water, but the underground passage will not get wet.
I looked at my loose shoelaces and went to the underground passage to tie them, or I couldn't bend down to tie my shoelaces if it didn't rain on the road. However, when I am about to reach the finish line, I have some regrets-there is a thick pool of water in front of me, and now it is obviously impossible for me to escape from it. With a sigh of bad luck, it seems that I can only crustily skin of head and move on.
The result is obvious, because my shoes have been filled with water, even if I come out, it is no different from stepping in the water. Just like stepping on cotton, I will squeeze out some water, which must be terrible. Fortunately, I will be home soon, so I can only resist this strange feeling and walk home. The first thing I do when I get home is to take a shower. The window is still cloudy and foggy, just like what I saw in the classroom. After a short walk for half an hour, I can only say helplessly, "This rainy weather is really harmful!" .
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