Weather forecast of Qiaotou Town, Yongjia County

When I came to the bridge, a city bus sped by. There was a glimmer of hope, but I waved far away but failed to catch up, so I continued to wait.

When the next bus came, there was no sign of rain. Just a gray sky at dusk. Xia Yu will come as soon as he says. No, dark clouds are coming, a gust of wind is blowing, and it's going to rain. The wind sweeps the black clouds, and the dark clouds gather. There was a chill in the car, and dark clouds chased after it. Our car is faster than the rain, and it seems to be in a hurry to gather scattered passengers along the road and get on and off. Soon, the wind roared out like a meteor with rain, and the rain pattered on the window, and the glass suddenly became a rain curtain. Summer rain is not as shy as spring rain, nor is it accompanied by autumn rain, nor is it as romantic as winter snow Thunderstorm in summer is like a mighty Shandong man. The god of thunder and lightning is stirring and cleaning up the hot and turbid air of heaven and earth. Facing the downpour. Everyone in the car was anxious, secretly thinking about how to get through a muddy rain and find a shelter. The wiper kept shaking its black arm on the window, and the car glided slowly in the rain like a boat. At this time, no one is in a hurry to get off. Someone joked that he would sit at the finish line and come back.

Because of the rain, the last bus stopped, and this bus became the last bus. We had to pick up a group of people and simply stopped in the rain. The rain echoed in our ears, and we enjoyed a safe ride in the car. Thank you for not feeling a long wait. People are coming up, and the rain is getting smaller. The dark clouds cleared and the sky gradually became clear, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Bits and pieces of residual rain came crashing down and seemed to play with the glass playfully. The car gradually turned north and west, but the water on the ground was wet. The steps in the shade are actually dry, and there is no trace of rain. Is it true that the rain was killed? There are only clouds here, and there is no rain.

The street rain in summer is amazing. Four seasons in one mountain, ten miles in different days. At the same time, the weather in Fiona Fang has changed so much that it can't be predicted within a mile. People take the sky overhead as the test standard, and the clouds in the sky are erratic. No wonder the weather forecast failed. I got off the bus and walked on the clear and refreshing street, feeling very happy and freed from a painful experience. I like this timely summer yellow rain, and the thoughtful rain is always reluctant to rain on the returnees. Just wait until after dinner, the night moistens Tian He, and the window listens to the rain. Although the rivers and lakes are sinister, it rains well at night.