A composition describing rain

Many people think rain is a kind of trouble, because when it rains, everyone has to hold up a heavy umbrella; Put on a thick raincoat and walk on a slippery road. However, I like rain and beautiful scenery when it rains.

Yesterday afternoon, I was doing a boring test paper. Suddenly, the ticking came into my ears. I looked out of the window and found that it was raining intermittently. I thought, "Great, it's raining, and I can finally get rid of this hot weather." After a while, it rained harder and harder. Gradually, the rain turned into fog and enveloped the school. The buildings in the distance gradually blurred, leaving only the outline. The fog slowly dispersed, turned into crystal drops, fell on the tree and became the product of the tree; It fell on the car and became a cleaning agent for the car.

After school, the rain gradually disappeared. When I arrived at the playground, I found that the playground was brand-new and the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth. The trees outside the school are covered with diamond-like dew, emitting a faint light.

When I got home, I heard wonderful "music"-birds singing.

Composition about Rain (2)

After the rain, the weather was cool and bright, and the drizzle drifted away with the wind. Standing in front of the window, feeling the arrival of the vernal equinox, enjoying the tenderness of the vernal equinox and imagining the game in spring, I enjoy such sweet air and beautiful environment.

Looking at the distance, the fog has receded, the scenery in the distance is clearly visible, the green grass has covered the whole hillside, and two pedestrians are playing on the hillside. Maybe they are enjoying the quiet spring like me, which is my dream place, but unfortunately I don't have time or know the way.

Birds chirp in the sky, then fly to the roof, and then fly to the hillside. How free and carefree they are, flying freely in the sky. At present, young trees are sprouting again. () Shallow green gives people the spirit of making progress, and it also makes me taste the sweetness. Opening my mouth, the spring breeze immediately gave me a cool spring breeze.

I can't bear to part with everything in front of me, beautiful hillside, free birds, shallow trees ... all of which make me unforgettable and miss. It is all this that constitutes a spring landscape painting.

The distant scenery aroused my calm thoughts. With the ripples of spring breeze, I flew back to my beautiful hometown and countryside.

This is the charm of green, I love you, and I thank you for bringing me such wonderful memories.

Composition about Rain (3)

In the evening before the thunderstorm, the weather was sultry and there was no cool breeze. In the distance, dark clouds occupy the sky layer by layer, and in a short time, dark clouds cover the whole sky like a curtain. People are waiting for God to tear this curtain apart, and let the thunderstorm wash the earth completely new and give us a cool world!

In the evening, God tore open the dark clouds, and immediately a thunderstorm began. The marching troops are dazzling lightning and earth-shattering thunder, threatening the storm to rush to the earth with overwhelming force. The wind, like countless whips, caught the rain and pumped it hard on the glass window. The rain really got into the window gap. Lightning is intermittent, like a python jumping over the clouds, and suddenly there is a thunder outside the window, which almost shocked me. It rained for a long time, with no sign of stopping: lightning and thunder. From time to time, God pours out earth-shattering heavy rain with thunderous momentum-the rain is also desperately beating down and the window is scraping.

The rain kept falling and the deafening thunder was still roaring. Finally, it was dawn, and the rain gradually became smaller. It began to look like cloth, then like curtains, like broken beads, like lines. Finally, we could only tell the size of the rain by the raindrops on the ground. Just when people thought the rain would stop, last night's thunder seemed unwilling to fail and came back alone. This time, it failed and the rain stopped. Ah, it gave up! After the rain, the leaves on the tree are still dripping with crystal water, and the budding flowers become watery. Occasionally, birds chirped in the distance. The sound was so green that it broke the silence of the city.

I still have a lingering fear when I mention the lightning that night. I think: Does this thunderstorm usher in a cool summer or a hot summer?