My feelings after the weather changes (composition)

The weather in spring is like a doll's face, always unpredictable.

In the morning, the weather was gloomy, as if it was going to rain soon, but at noon, it cleared up again. Grandpa Sun smiled at the busy people in the street. My mother took me out to turn the street. When we were ready to go home, I don't know who annoyed the doll. The sky suddenly cried, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. I saw ice bumps the size of soybeans on the ground. It seems that crying is quite sad. Even Grandfather Sun couldn't bear to see it and hid. People panicked and fled everywhere. Mother waited until the rain stopped before she took me home in a hurry. People in the street also hurried home when the "doll" didn't cry or make trouble. Dark clouds seem to be playing hide-and-seek with Grandpa Sun. When I got home, the weather smiled again, and Grandpa Sun also smiled and appeared in the sky.

The changeable weather is like a doll's face, crying and laughing. It's so interesting. I like it.