The description composition of rain is about 200 words.

1. The composition describing rain is about 200 words. Suddenly, it was dark, strangely dark. In an instant, it began to rain cats and dogs.

After a while, the street was quiet, and occasionally only one or two people passed by. The rain is getting heavier and the wind is coming. Some low-lying places are full of water. The tree stands in the rain, although the branches are trembling and cold war, but it still can't shake the firm belief. The young trees are swaying and tottering. Vegetables and crops that have been dry for a long time in the field are bathed in heavy rain and sucked in rain. The house was vaguely hidden in the heavy rain and seemed to be covered by a water curtain. The rain dripping under the eaves, like a string of pearls with broken lines, rolled away.

Gradually, the rain stopped. The outline of the distant castle peak is gradually clear, and the houses nearby are not so blurred in people's sight. The tree stopped shaking. The streets are brightly lit and there are more and more pedestrians.

Rain, still dripping.

2. About writing about rain, about 200 words, 1 hour has the best summer rain.

In the sweltering heat of soaring temperature, the expected summer rain finally came.

It wasn't very violent when I first came, but I kept drinking, slowly falling, and finally it got bigger and bigger and turned into a rainstorm. Because roads are built in the city and buses are diverted, it takes a long way to go to work by bus, so there is a feeling of enjoying a walk in the summer rain. Holding an umbrella, blowing the wind, accompanied by rain, listening to the music of raindrops beating on the edge of the umbrella, walking slowly. The rainy sky is wet everywhere, and the green belts on both sides of the road are crystal clear under the embellishment of water droplets, which makes them greener and more lovely. The ground is full of rain, the passing cars are particularly light, and the whole city has been washed. Although there are still dark clouds in the sky, because of the freshness and coolness brought by this rain, there is no such dreary depression. I like this kind of rain. Moreover, there are too many memories and joys about summer rain.

When I was a child, whenever it rained in summer, my friends would follow me to bask in the valley and play with water, chasing and frolicking, regardless of the shouts of adults, just to get wet in the mud, and then run home with their heads wet, regardless of the blame of adults, just to hang a pure and happy smile on their faces. Then, after the rain stopped, with a cry outside, I let out a cry and ran out in order, playing barefoot, finding a small canal and catching fish where the water flowed between the ridges. In the canal after the rain, there are often crucian carp that like to absorb water and play in the water. Children in rural areas know this, so these places will become children's paradise after the rain. I still remember that after a summer rainstorm, my eldest brother held up a big crucian carp caught from a ridge not far from his home and danced excitedly.

As far as I can remember, afternoon showers in summer are not so leisurely, and more people are in a hurry. After the busy farming, every household will put the recovered rice on a big bamboo mat to dry. At that time, there was almost no TV or radio in the countryside, and people knew little about the weather forecast. Moreover, most of the weather forecasts at that time were inaccurate, so many times villagers could only look at the weather by experience. The showers in summer afternoon are always quick and urgent. Often, as soon as the dark clouds rise, raindrops as big as beans rush in, making everyone in a hurry. They quickly put down their newly raised rice bowls and ran into Sun Guping. Before the rice was confiscated, the rain began to crackle. At this time, basking in the valley is particularly lively. In the face of this shower, I soon got busy, without depression or complaint. People who cleaned up earlier were busy helping another family, so people naturally welcomed the rainstorm. Even if the rice didn't have time to harvest and was wet by the rain, they just smiled and said, Hehe, I have to sun this rice for another day before picking it. At this time, laughter, noise and wind and rain made up a beautiful peasant symphony.

At that time, I never thought about why the villagers were so happy after the rice was wet by the rain. I just thought that it was because farmers were used to such showers that they would accept it calmly. Many years later, when I was eagerly waiting for the arrival of the afternoon shower in the sweltering summer days of the city, I really understood that the calmness of the villagers was actually a kind of tolerance, an open mind, and a calmness after the storm. Because we all know that after such a shower, the sun will come out. However, the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain will have a fresh and sweet taste. This rain is actually a coolness brought by summer.

In rainy summer, you can play barefoot and run in the rain. You can also stroll around with an umbrella like this, or you can just listen to the sound of rain in front of the window, occasionally put your hand out of the window and hold a handful of raindrops, which can be poetic or wild, as long as the mood requires.

So all along, I like summer rain. Spring rain is too lingering, misty rain is blurred, and there is a kind of desolation and sadness, especially after a rain, the red everywhere is a mess, which will cause a burst of inexplicable sadness. Autumn rain, a little chilly, and the west wind and cold rain are the easiest to remind people of those sad poems, and a sad feeling for autumn will inevitably extend from the bottom of my heart. Moreover, the winter rain makes people feel a bleak chill, and what rises in the gray rain and fog will also be a kind of lost sadness, which is very uncomfortable. Summer rain is like a breeze when it is gentle, sweet and fresh, and like a jumping drum when it is intense, bringing surging * * *. Moreover, after a summer rain, the distant mountains are clear, the trees are lush, and the air is moist and fresh. After a summer rain, the cool and transparent feeling, even breathing, is intoxicating.

People walk on the road and their hearts swim in the rain. Suddenly, a child stepped barefoot on the water, spraying, spraying and laughing happily. With the angry cries of adults, suddenly, he became the child, and his eyes flashed with touching pictures. In fact, this is just a summer rain! Not sentimental, not touching, not gentle, not cold and cheerless, even a little wild and rude. But because the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain is full of fresh and sweet taste, so I like it! Although, this is just a summer rain!

3. Articles about rain (about 200 words) Every rainy season, I think of the eaves listening to the rain, which has a special aesthetic feeling. Although it is not like splashing in the whirlpool of a small river, like a beach rushing into the sea, or like a quiet alley in a small town, there are also drizzle singing gently, moderate rain calling to the west, and heavy rain flying sand and stones. Needless to say, the trickle gave me the combing of the rain and the meticulous harmony of the rain; Needless to say, the swing that rolled around to me, the play against the rain, and the fire against the rain made me restless and full of emotions. Rain is the surprise of my childhood, and rain is the joy of my childhood. I am looking for the transformation of childlike interest in this rainy world. I remember that Longjiang has grown so much in this rainy field of vision.

The smell of time pervades my hometown. Time has eroded my hometown.

Many years have passed, and I always have a picture of the middle of the last century: the small town of Bei 'an stands by the Wuyuer River, with undulating huts and eaves covered with moss and wormwood. A little boy, half naked and barefoot, stands by the door with imagination, listening to raindrops dripping from the tip of thatched grass with fresh moss, sometimes like beads, sometimes like curtains, stepping on raindrops. This is a touching "small town boy listening to the rain"? ! In fact, in my childhood when I was looking forward to writing, the faint deep alley was like a long tunnel, connecting my dream of going to all directions. Only this rain can keep my heart, let me read like an ancient road, day after day, year after year, until I pack my bags and stay away. The rain in my hometown is already a mark on my forehead.

The obsession with rain is like the gurgling water wandering in memory.

I still remember several days, listening to the rain, hiding. God kept raining, and his cold resentment was exhausted. After the rain, the water was slower than the threshold. I rushed into the house and didn't reach my waist. I was very lonely. I thought of Yue Fei and her mother escaping from the flood. Without a vat, I lay on the floating washbasin, sliding outside the house with my hands like paddles and swinging to the corner. When I was rescued by my kind uncle, I was still laughing and not afraid. Even if you are crazy, Yucheng ditch can put a boat; My wooden boat and paper boat will be full of fun. Listening to the rain under the eaves, like a childhood bonfire, is fascinating. Although it always rains heavily, flooding livestock, houses and people, I still like rain. The fun of performance is that big raindrops pour down like notes and rattles, and "fall" all over the street like a river, which can be seen everywhere. Look, there are rain flowers on the water. They're all beautiful. Beautiful. They bloom with thanks, but they are obviously extinguished, as if they were born and died in an instant. It is more difficult to catch than epiphyllum. I want to collect them, but I can't count them. In my interest, I reached out to the "river" and picked the yuhua district. Unfortunately, there is no flower body, which is fragile and cannot be put into a vase. I picked it up and put it down, put it down and picked it up, and the rain flower bloomed in my palm, and the soles of my feet were endless and far away until I was confused and invisible. In this world, the big bathtub is extremely cool and comfortable, and I don't know how many times in my life! However, I have never forgotten that the goodness of this rain contains turbidity and barrenness.

I heard the time and passed me by.

4. Write a composition about 200 words about rain. It is raining outside the window. This is the time when people love to complain. It seems that the rain falls on the earth just to bring endless troubles. Don't people like rainy days?

No, it's not. Look, flowers, grass and trees are all laughing happily! They suck the rain and dew to their heart's content and taste the beautiful gifts given by God. They are swaying happily in the rain, telling people that rain and dew are sweet! These lovely plants grow up day by day, thanking rainy days with their smiling faces.

I also saw those five or six-year-old children in the street like to rush into the rain, and their little feet stepped heavily into the puddle, splashing. Their childish faces are filled with smiles, and rain is a happy spirit in their eyes. I think, little guys, you will definitely feel the happiness brought by rainy days.

I also like rainy days. Listening to the rain beating on the window glass and making a tinkling sound, I always have a sense of happiness and will naively think: Can rain play the piano? I often see it in novels. It is very quiet, giving me innocence, serenity and watching the rain. As if rain falls on the earth, flowers: rain dew is sweet: rain! These lovely plants grow up day by day and enjoy the rain quietly.

I also like to sit still.

I saw it, too. I think, just to bring endless troubles, listen to the sound of rain, let me forget those complicated problems for a while,no. Rain, holding an elegant lavender umbrella, is really full of peace and romance. Can you play the piano? Lovely ... let me say thank you for the rain. Is it raining outside the window, tall trees like to rush into the rain, and everyone doesn't like rainy days? They are laughing happily, and some are just quiet, giving me romance and beauty. Watching the rain fall on the ground and disappear, I always have a sense of happiness and thank the rainy day with a smiling face. This is the time when people love to complain. I also learn from the hero in the novel? I often see words like "walking in the rain" in novels, which disappear with the raindrops falling to the ground. I still naively think! They suck the rain and dew to their heart's content; They are swinging happily in the rain, stepping on the wet ground, those troubles, those troubles.

On rainy days, rain is a happy spirit in their eyes, and they will certainly thank the rain for its joy. Rain and splashing water give me unlimited fun and tell people to taste this wonderful gift from heaven. Fortunately, on rainy days, those five or six-year-old children in the street, on the grass, make a tinkling sound. Don't complain when it rains.

I also like rainy days and rainy days. Their childish faces are filled with smiles. Listen to the rain beating on the window pane. Please see?

Don't! Please, too, as if washing my heart, your little foot steps heavily into the puddle and you will get it.

5. The sparkling spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, gathered in the sky to play, babbled and jumped into the arms of Mother Earth.

The spring rain is continuous, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally. The spring rain kept falling, and the thin rain silk woven into a huge net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. The dark mountain in the distance, the pink peach blossom nearby, the green poplar and the soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a gauze skillfully woven by Miss Chun, covering the sky and the sun.

Listen! The rain dripped on the roof, just like percussion. When the rain falls on the pond, it sings "Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tin

The spring rain dyed the mountains green; Dye the water green and the stone road green.

6. About 200 words about rain, raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls. When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.

Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain. It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found. Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead. It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky. The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers.

Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields. Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

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 time and space.

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.

There was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by rain, pearls were crystal clear, and there was a fresh and moist fragrance in the air. The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.

I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.

Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees. Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.

Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying. The rain falls from the air to every corner, and the raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful.

Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column. The wind is blowing and it is raining.

A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred. The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west.

No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.

Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat.

It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats! It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.

Suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind blew hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky and slammed on the window.

Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.

Late one night, the sky was overcast, thunder followed by thunder, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.

On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. This room looks particularly stuffy.

Suddenly. It was getting dark and there was a strong wind. It will rain.

I quickly closed the window. After a while, the dense raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window.

It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a huge bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth.

Rain fell on the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing on the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead.

There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into streams.

7. A composition describing rain 200-300 words The sooner it rains, the better. This is the most common natural phenomenon all year round, but what makes me feel cool most is the heavy rain.

The heavy rain in summer comes suddenly and violently. It makes people feel very comfortable. There will be many beautiful scenery before the heavy rain comes.

The sky was dark and opaque, but in the sky, muffled thunder seemed to be wrapped in dark clouds and rumbled, trying to get rid of them. Suddenly, a blue light fell from the sky, as if to clear the dark clouds at once. At this time, the thunder in the sky is also unscrupulous, making people's ears "buzzing". At this time, the wind also came to join in the fun. Waves of strong winds rolled sand and stones, scraping people's faces like knives. Thunder, wind and rain have come to join in the fun again. The heavy rain poured down like a washbasin. In an instant, trees, flowers and houses were all wet, and there was water on the ground. At this time, the sun broke away from the heavy encirclement of dark clouds and lit up from the horizon bit by bit.

After the heavy rain, the sun shone on the water drops on the road, giving off colorful light, and a beautiful rainbow bridge was set up on the horizon. People gasped at the air, ah! How refreshing!

Rain, beautiful rain, beautiful rain, people are intoxicated in the rain scene.