Elementary school composition about the weather

One day, my mother came back from work and gave me a flat cardboard box. I opened it, and it was a light green transparent new raincoat. I immediately shook off my raincoat and put it on. How come? There are actually two sleeves on the raincoat, unlike a cloak; I can't do anything with my hands in the raincoat. It's different in this. Whether it rains or not, you can do whatever you want.

As I thought about it, I walked around the room, wearing a rain hat and swinging my sleeves, making my raincoat rustle. Until mom shouted, "Lei Lei, are you crazy? Don't you think you have prickly heat? " I quickly took off my raincoat. Touch your back. Your shirt is soaked with sweat and cold.

I began to look forward to the weather. But for many days in a row, the sky was blue during the day and turned into stars at night. My raincoat has been lying quietly in the box, and the box has been lying quietly in the closet. Every day on the way after school, I think like this: can the sun grow clouds after baking the sky so dry? Why is the weather forecast always "sunny" when I have a raincoat?

One day, when I was getting home, the poplar trees on the roadside suddenly became noisy, just like laughing. Needless to say, the wind is very strong. After a while, several thick clouds floated over and covered the sun. The sky suddenly changed its face. Pedestrians on the road have accelerated the pace of walking, but I have slowed down, thinking that raindrops hitting my head are the most beautiful thing in the world!

Sure enough, with a few muffled thunder, a few drops of rain really fell overhead. I reached out and tried again, and two points fell into my hand. I looked up excitedly, slammed down my bag and strode into the stair-door.

"Mom!" I ran into the kitchen screaming.

"Lei Lei came back at the right time. Wipe your hair and prepare for the English lecture! "

"But ... it's still half an hour." I muttered to myself, thinking, why don't you look out of the window?

"Then rest." When mother finished eating, she heard a creaking sound. It turned out that she put garlic sprouts in a hot oil pan.

"I am very, very tired today. Mom, shall I buy you soy sauce, huh? " I pleaded.

"Look, I brought soy sauce back from work." My mother smiled at me as if she had guessed my thoughts.

"But ... it's stew? Put a lot of soy sauce when stewing. " As I spoke, I glanced out of the window with my eyes for fear that the rain would stop.

"When did I say I wanted stew?" My mother stewed the rice and turned to look at me.

"It's not you, it's dad." I blushed when I said this. Because I didn't see my dad, and no one told me what meat to stew.

"Really?" Mom asked.

I stopped talking and dared not see my mother again. I quickly turned my back and stared at the dish rack. The bottles and jars on it are really full, so it seems that there is no hope of going out to buy things. Look at the alarm clock in the room again. At 6: 20, I had to turn on the TV and listen to the English lecture quietly.

After dinner, the rain kept falling and pattering on the window, as if playing drums to lure me out. I ran to the window and kept looking at the street. Watching, I began to worry again: If it rains today, will it rain tomorrow? Better leave it till tomorrow.

Strangely, Hugo really stopped as I hoped. It suddenly became so quiet around. I opened the window, and the cool air came down with a little fishy smell. Street lamps shine on the road washed by heavy rain, and the road looks like a layer of bright glass; The street lamp shines on Xiao Yang's tree by the roadside. Xiao Yang's tree is covered with pearls and agates.

But if the rain falls on the light green raincoat, it will look better than the pearl agate. I threw myself on the bed, thinking that the rain would hit my raincoat tomorrow.

When I woke up the next morning, it was still quiet around me. I am determined not to think about the rain. Who knows that when I was walking in the street with my schoolbag on my back, a few drops of water fell on my forehead.

I thought it was from a tree, until I leaned back to avoid the tree, and the rain from My Sweetie dripped on my lips, and my heart seemed to jump out of my throat again. I ran home in a few steps, confidently opened the cupboard door, took out my raincoat and said to my mother, "Mom, it's raining, it's still raining!" " "

My mother gave me a bad smile and helped me button up and put on my hat. I hung my neck and ran down the stairs carefully.

I walked in the street, swinging two transparent greensleeves, feeling as if raindrops especially liked to fall on my raincoat. They jump vigorously on my head and shoulders: tick, tick. ......