Story writing in rainy days

In normal study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my story composition on rainy days for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

A story composition on a rainy day 1 A heavy rain came without warning. I took the trash can in the classroom and ran in the empty campus. Rush into the classroom and shake the water out of your hair. Whew, it's a good thing I didn't get wet Put your things in the corner, take out an umbrella from your schoolbag, walk out of the classroom and lock the door. I looked at my watch. It was 6 o'clock 10, which was quite late. I rolled up my trouser legs and was about to walk into the rain curtain when a voice stopped me.

"Classmate! Please wait a moment! " Looking inside, a tall boy is running towards me, "classmate! Can I be a junior with you? The rain is too heavy, I want to go back soon ... "I looked at the boy in front of me, tall and handsome, oh! He is the president of the student union! Right, right, right! I was about to say something when suddenly, teachers and parents' usual teachings about puppy love surfaced in front of me. Even if we didn't mean to, how can we explain it if someone catches us? I swallowed what I had to say, adjusted my glasses and looked at the rain. I can't stop for a while. There are few people at school now, so I won't be seen, will I?

So I reluctantly shared an umbrella with the president. Along the way, the president was talking, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, and I just kept "hmm", "really" and "oh" to answer him. Finally, both of them stopped talking. Actually, it's not that I don't want to chat with the president, but that I'm afraid of being discovered. Forget it if no one sees it. If anyone sees it, the consequences will be tragic. Sometimes, gossip is more terrible than the flu.

We just left without saying a word. Walking into a small street, I saw a red motorcycle whizzing by and knocked down my grandmother who thought she was holding an umbrella. Watching the motorcycle leave the shadow of dust, I really scolded him. Just as I was about to go up to help my grandmother, the headmaster grabbed me and said, "Don't move, just pretend we didn't see it." I looked at him doubtfully. How could I not see it? "Don't let the old man stay in the rain like this?" "Then do you want to be misunderstood!" The president shouted with red eyes. This is not a question, but an exclamation. Misunderstanding? Yes, it's all the same scene, but in the end, whoever is kind will suffer. Thinking of this, I gave up. Look at the passers-by around, every brother is so indifferent, and seems to want to leave this troubled place quickly. Seeing the old woman fall in the rain, I could do nothing but pray.

People are sometimes forced to do things, just like I don't want to open an umbrella with boys under the pressure of adults, just like the president is forced by the pressure of a big meeting not to let me help the elderly. Adults say it's time for you to grow up and understand. But what should we know? It's time to understand that there is nothing you can do, or is it from destruction? Is this a rite of passage taught to us by society?

It's still raining, but I don't feel cold, because what's colder than my body is my heart soaked with cold.

Story composition 2 It rained on Ding Ding, and after school, the students hurried out of the classroom. Singing, carrying a schoolbag, walking happily on the way home.

Oh, my God, this April! It's really changeable. It really looks like a child's face. It was a beautiful sunny day, and soon it was covered with dark clouds. Walking, the thunder was loud and it rained cats and dogs. One by one, the students opened their umbrellas and had to take a step, holding their heads in their hands and running home in a hurry.

Li Ming was waiting for the No.8 bus on the platform when suddenly two students came from there. Xiao Fang said to Xiao Liang, "Isn't that Li Ming? He didn't bring an umbrella! " They walked beside Li Ming, and Xiao Fang said to Li Ming, "Li Ming, let's go home together!" " "They got off the bus together. Xiao Liang said to Li Ming, "Li Ming, hit my umbrella and go home!" " ! "Li Ming said," Let's take an umbrella and go home! " "

They chatted under umbrellas. How happy they are! Li Ming said, "Thank you for taking me home." Xiao Fang and Xiao Liang said with one voice, "You're welcome. This is what we should do. We are all good friends! " Li Ming said, "Goodbye! We are good friends, let's play together tomorrow! "

The rain left a good impression on me. Whenever it rains, good luck always follows me and brings me happiness. However, although it was raining that day, something happened that made me sad.

I have a good friend. Her name is Yun. She is not only beautiful, but also clever. We are brothers and neighbors and have been together for four years. But she told me today that she was moving out.

After school, we walked home without a word. Quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. When I got home, I asked Yun, "Yun, when are you moving?" "Wen (me)," said Yun, "we will move the day after tomorrow. Can you come and see me off on Saturday? My mother said that after she moved to Shanghai, she would no longer live here and would not come here. "

I hope she stays, but that's impossible. Today is Friday. She will leave tomorrow. Give her a present as a souvenir. It's best to make the gift yourself. I learned to make dolls before. Make one for her. However, it's too late. Let's make dolls overnight. Until two o'clock in the morning, the doll was finally made. I felt as if something was missing, so I wrote three words on the doll with a watercolor pen: to the cloud.

"Hua, Hua, the rain woke me up from my dream. I looked at the alarm clock. I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. It's already 9: 00 15! Will non-success have got on the bus and left? I hurried to the station. I saw clouds looking in all directions. I ran to her at once. Just as I ran to her, I wanted to get on the bus with a disappointed expression. " Hey! "I let out a loud cry, non-success turned around and saw me coming, immediately with a smile on his face. I quickly ran over and handed the doll to Yun. At this point, the car has started. Let's give a hug and the cloud will get on the bus. This may be the last time we meet! Suddenly there were more flashes of lightning in the sky, and it began to rain cats and dogs. My tears kept falling like rain.

On this rainy day, my good friend Yun moved away. For this beautiful friendship, I will leave it deeply in my heart as an eternal memory!

In the morning, I walked into the school gate as usual, but today's weather is gray, and the breeze blowing in the distance doesn't make people feel cool. Looking up, the trees on the playground are swaying with the wind, and the weather makes people feel sultry. Is it going to rain?

The bell rang, and there was the sound of students reading in the classroom. With the sound of reading, I heard a slight click outside the window. Looking through the window, it really rained. The dark clouds in the sky seem to be closer to us, and the opposite teaching building can't be seen clearly. It's raining hard.

After class, friends came to the playground. There are countless small pools on the playground. Raindrops drop like pearls in a small pool, splashing and rippling, like a fish's tail and like scales. Clusters of absolutely wonderful colorless flowers were formed, and in an instant they quietly left my eyes. ...

It's raining harder and harder. My friends and I are playing in the rain. I seem to have formed a huge pearl curtain before my eyes. Standing on the playground, you can't see the opposite teaching building, national flagpole and trees clearly. ...

Students, look at me. I look at you. Your clothes are all wet. In this way, it rained all day

School is almost over and the rain has stopped. The air in the campus has become exceptionally fresh, the leaves have become clean and the teaching building has just been washed. The sun smiles from the clouds, and it will be sunny tomorrow.

I used to like walking in the misty rain, standing at the window and watching the pouring rain outside, watching everything after the rain … I don't know when I haven't enjoyed the fun in the rain again.

Today, I went out to visit the park with my friends and talked about my troubles while walking. Walking, it's raining, and I feel very cool. It's good to tell my friends that we can walk in the rain again. Who knows, just after that, the raindrops as big as beans fell mercilessly, and we also started running. Fortunately, the pavilion is not far from us, otherwise we would be soaked.

Raindrops the size of beans are blooming on the ground. People under the pavilion are talking about the timely rain. Two little girls came to the pavilion in the distance, but a little girl wore slippers and accidentally fell into the rain ... Looking at the rushing rain, I thought the rain could wash away a lot of dust, make everything that entered our eyes brighter, and even wash away the troubles in our hearts. As it happens, if you let your mood rest during the break, then you will definitely feel unusual at work.

Rainy Story Composition 6 Everything becomes blurred in the rain curtain. Only that moving scene is particularly clear in the rain.

That day, it began to rain lightly, and the first drop of rain fell like a pearl. Then it fell and landed on the broken beads. I rushed to school with an umbrella. Although I was in a hurry, I was still careful, for fear that mud would splash on my pants, so I began to turn left and right. When I walked to the school gate, I heard a bang behind me and thought that someone must have slipped. I looked back eagerly. It was a boy of five or six who fell to the ground. He holds his red umbrella in one hand and a beautiful handmade bag with a transparent bag on it in the other. It may be his activity class homework (which he used to show off to his classmates). He takes good care of it. At this time, I am not far from this little classmate. He struggled to get up and wiped the mud with his little hand. Teacher xx ". My eyes moved slowly with his every move, and my steps slowed down a lot. My eyes stopped on an elderly teacher, and the little classmate gave the teacher the exquisite handmade piece in his hand and said, "Happy holidays, teacher! "It suddenly occurred to me that today is Teacher's Day, and I completely forgot. I also forgot to send my gift to our teacher or say, "Teacher, you have worked hard, happy holidays!" " "Look at the teacher-student relationship between the teacher and his students. It's really a pity. The teacher wiped the mud off the boy's face with a handkerchief, then took the boy's hand and walked into the school under the same umbrella, and I followed him into the school.

When I return to my seat, I have deeply implanted this pair of "teacher-student love in the rain" in my mind. He will always remind me that no matter what my identity is, no matter where I am, don't forget that it is the teacher's knowledge that marks the outline of our future blueprint; It was the teacher who taught us how to add gorgeous colors to the outline.

This is a touching story in the rain and the most beautiful picture in the rain!

Story composition 7 It's so stuffy on rainy days! The sun is like a pot of fire baking the earth in private, and there is no wind around. People sit in the room doing nothing, but still sweating. Mother kept complaining about the sultry weather, as if it would make the heat dissipate. Actually, it only makes her sexier. There must be a heavy rain after this weather!

I asked casually, "Mom, are your clothes hanging on the roof still hanging?" When mother heard this, she jumped up in shock. She froze for a long time and said, "Go and collect clothes with mom, quickly!" " "God! Your kindness is really hard to be rewarded. Mom is so annoying! My boss reluctantly stood up and bargained with his mother for a long time. Finally, she collected the clothes and I took them upstairs. In a blink of an eye, it was cloudy, and it rained with a few thunder. Fortunately, it hasn't rained yet, and the weather is still horribly stuffy. In my mother's words, it's like steamed bread in a steamer. Mom stood up and went to the roof, and I followed. It's also crowded with people. Everyone took three steps and made two steps, scrambling to collect clothes and quilts. The clothes on the roof are instantly' closed' and very light. Mom was busy, too, and several swords cut through the sky, and everyone accelerated their pace. I was shocked. My mother seemed to see through my mind and said to me, "It's okay. Lei Gong doesn't beat good people." Smile at me. I smile unnaturally. There are several thunders again, and the prelude to the rainstorm is coming to an end. I can't help urging my mother: "Come on! Will it rain heavily? "Mom was dragged downstairs in this dress. I just don't like her calm appearance and can't help complaining. " Mom, hurry up! It is going to rain! "Mom smiled:" Mom is old and can't walk. "When I saw my mother sweating, I couldn't help taking the clothes and quilts from my mother.

The sultry day is getting heavier and heavier, the sky is overcast and it's going to rain! I quickly helped my mother up, but when we reached the corner, the rain began to "wow". The downpour drenched the mother and son. It is not so much rain as God splashing water. I put my clothes on my mother's head and was' baptized' by the rain all over. Mother tried to push the clothes away, but I wouldn't. In a flash, I understood that when it rains, the umbrella is always by my side.

It's raining harder, but we

……

Because there is a shelter from the rain.

The greatest love in the world is the love from the mother's heart. Mother's heart is pure and supreme. Every mother in the world has the most sincere love and hides a sincere love. A few years ago, on a stormy evening, the row of newly planted willows at the school gate swayed weakly from side to side in the wind and rain; Even the tall and straight poplars on the playground screamed in pain. ...

I subconsciously shrank my neck. There are only two lights on in the classroom, and I am the only one left. Listening to the wind and the whistle, I was so lonely and scared. I really envy those students who ask questions and come home safely under umbrellas surrounded by their parents, but I know better that my mother, who often works the night shift, is far from school and will not pick me up casually. Night began to fall. I gritted my teeth, choked back the tears coming from generate, and plunged into the endless rain curtain! I ran into a man without running a few steps.

I looked up and froze. After a long time, I lost my voice and shouted, "Mom!" It is indeed my mother standing in front of me. My mother's beautiful hair is half wet, and it gently sticks to her forehead. I don't know whether it was rain or tears running down her cheeks. "Is it cold?" Mother held my cold little hand lovingly. I shook my head happily. Mom immediately took out rubber shoes from the net pocket: "Put them on quickly!" " "I am happy to put on rubber shoes with the help of my mother. At this moment, I realized how happy I am! You can imagine how a child feels under the protection of his mother! I deliberately let my mother hold her hand and they walked side by side. Although the height is uneven, the pace of our two people is so consistent and harmonious. ...

Rain, it's raining harder; The wind is blowing harder. However, at this moment, I no longer feel lonely and afraid. My mother's umbrella sheltered me from the wind and rain, and a warm current came to my heart ... Ah, mom, how much you have paid for me. I will always remember your love for me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, admire you and praise you. Mother, it is your great maternal love that makes me happy, healthy and thrive. My dear mother, I love you.

Rainy Story Composition 9 Great maternal love is often reflected in small things. Growing up, I thought maternal love was very small, but since that incident, I have a different view of my mother.

That was when I was in fourth grade. One day, the weather was not very good, and suddenly it rained heavily. I was penniless and didn't know what to do. After school, the students happily held umbrellas, but I took a book to keep out the rain. In order to go home as soon as possible, I rushed out and trotted all the way. When we arrived at the Cultural Square, a familiar figure came into view. Ah! It's my mother who braved the wind and rain to send me an umbrella! "Mom," my hoarse voice used to wake her up at this time. At this time, my mother threw tears of pain at me because I was almost soaked by the rain. My mother ran to me in three steps and two steps, and held up the long-awaited umbrella for me. Suddenly, the umbrella became so huge that it seemed to cover every corner of the world. I walked carefully with an umbrella, my eyes blurred, moved like a broken bead, and tears streamed down. Muddy places seem to be turned into flowers that smile at human beings every day by those tears, as if telling us that maternal love is the greatest in the world and maternal love is the only one. In this stormy weather, my mother and I walked very fast, and soon we returned home safely. I'm so happy!

Since the above events happened, I have a different view of my mother. Motherly love is always great. She cares about my healthy growth every day. Without maternal love, I might not have a happy life today. Mom, I wish you: happy every day, smooth work, and always young!

Today is Tuesday. I heard the ticking sound before I got up, and I knew it was raining again. As soon as I went out, it rained heavily and was cold, which made me tremble. But I saw an old man sitting in a corner in rags, his head buried in the newspaper, motionless. I looked at him and felt a little scared. I turned around and walked past him.

It rained all day, and when I saw him still after school, I walked around him. When I got home, I told my grandmother about it. Grandma said, "That old man is so pitiful. We should help him. " After that, I went to find some old clothes of my grandfather. I took grandma to send clothes to grandpa. Seeing that we sent clothes to grandpa, he was moved to tears and repeatedly said "thank you, thank you".

I think there are too many people in need of help in this world. We should all help each other!