Storm and rain

There is a severe drought this year, and rain is particularly valuable. Every time I see the weather forecast, it says it will rain tomorrow, but then it won’t rain again the next day.

And there is something special about summer rain. We really hope that God can make the whole world receive rain and dew equally, but He refuses to listen. It rains heavily when you find a place, but it's as dry as ever just a few steps away. Common people call this kind of rain "chicken coop rain", which means that the area where it rains is only as big as a chicken coop. Other places can also be blessed, and that is a cool breeze.

Yesterday it was forecast to rain today, but this time the weather forecast was accurate. It was raining when I woke up early in the morning, and it stopped after a while. I thought it was over. Unexpectedly, after noon, the sky became gloomy again, and with the wind getting stronger and faster, it seemed that it would rain again.

Sure enough, after a while, the wind carried the rain, the rain accompanied the wind, and a violent storm came. Although the raindrops were heavy, the wind was stronger. The wind blew the rain fiercely, and the raindrops were blown crookedly toward the upstairs, smashed to pieces, and then fell to the ground. The tall residential buildings turned into waterfalls at this time.

Because I was afraid of rain flying into the house, I had already closed the windows tightly. I believed that the air outside must be unusually cool, but I had to lock myself in this small ball of hot and humid air, and let myself sweat profusely and become restless inside.

Because I live in a building, I can only hide behind the window and secretly enjoy this carnival of nature.

I remember when I was a child, it rained on the patio. Sitting on the threshold, you can stretch your legs and put your feet into the rain. The cool wind blows the door curtain and blows on your face.

I just sat on the threshold, watching the rain falling from the sky, forming a dense rain curtain, and then forming a small stream of water, flowing from the patio to the outside of the door. On the way, they met a small stream of water coming from someone else's house. They chatted happily and hugged each other, forming a larger stream of water. They ran to the small river not far away, talking and laughing together, and aroused a wave of laughter on the way. A happy wave.

When the rain stopped, I held up my umbrella and dragged my sandals to watch the river flood. The road is filled with clean sand washed out by rainwater. Along the way, my feet had already been soaked through, and most of my legs were wet. Occasionally, when I came across a small inlet, I had to go in and step on it.

When we arrived at the river, several friends were already there with their parents. I saw that the river was also angry, losing its original clarity and gentleness. It was like a big monster that had absorbed energy. The water surface had risen much higher than before, and the turbid river water turned an earthy yellow color because it was mixed with a lot of sediment. The earth-yellow river water swirled, foamed, and rushed forward in a hurry, which was dazzling to see. Seeing the river, people seemed to see a harvest and hope.

It won’t be long before the flood peak subsides and the water becomes stable. People would go home one after another, bringing buckets, magnets and other tools, and then go down to the river to "dig for gold" - attract iron sand. Experienced people or capable children can earn a lot of extra money in a summer to supplement their family income.

Of course, God is not always good-tempered, which also hurts those who depend on it.

I remember one summer, what came down from the gloomy sky with strong winds was not heavy rain, but hail. Big and small hailstones hit the roof, and soon a bunch of white ice balls gathered in front of the door.

Of course, hailstones do not hit the roof painlessly, they also hit the farmland, on the seedlings, on the fruit trees that have just begun to bear fruit, leaving broken leaves and leaves on the ground. Rotten fruit.

I was anxious at the door, and my mother was so anxious that she was running around in the room. There was only a snapping sound, the sound of iron tools rubbing against the ground, and then the sound of hailstones hitting the iron tools. I suddenly saw two kitchen knives thrown by my mother on the ground in front of the door. I was startled and asked my mother loudly: "What are you doing?" My mother said that if she threw the knife outside, the hail would stop falling.

Sure enough, after a while, the hail stopped. Of course, hail has its own conditions and reasons for its formation. It’s not because my mother threw two kitchen knives on the patio that it didn’t dare to come down.

But the common people’s worries about the crops and their helplessness but having to do something, and their stubbornness not to sit still and wait for death, even if they were superstitious, made me remember that scene forever.

The wind stopped, thunder exploded in the distance, only the rumble of thunder was heard, and the rain fell slowly and gently.

Let’s get off! Get off! Both crops and people are eager for such a good rain.

On June 21, Yihai year, a violent storm hit