An essay about my father picking me up in the rain.

Behind the newly renovated door is a very ordinary old raincoat, which is out of proportion to this Europeanized door.

That's it. It sheltered me from the wind and rain when I was very young. On rainy days, I will habitually pick up this raincoat and clamor for my father to take me to school, but I always curl up in this fat raincoat ... In my childhood memory, the raincoat has become my closest childhood partner, and I am in its arms, daily growing.

Later, when I grew up, I often wore this raincoat to school on rainy days. But I began to hate the old raincoat and its old style. I decided to let my father change it. My father touched my head with a calloused hand and said with a smile, "It still works, it still works ..."

Growing up day by day, I finally became a middle school student with trendy ideas and youthful vitality. Now, I would rather go to school in the rain than put on this old raincoat. Every time, my father always sighed and looked at me with regretful eyes.

Finally one day, there is a brand-new raincoat on the desk, which my father bought. It feels good to wear a new raincoat. So I always hope it will rain soon. Several times, it didn't rain much, but I still insisted on wearing it. My father always tells me to be careful on the road, but I have run away. This old raincoat is a thing of the past.

Day after day. That day, the weather was sultry and it was almost noon. Suddenly, the sky was overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, and the rain poured down. "How can I go home today?" I'm worried. The bell rang after school, and I waited anxiously. "Is my father free to pick me up?" In the rain curtain, a familiar figure caught my eye. Yes, it is my father. He rushed to my side and said apologetically, "I was not careful when I came. I just fell down when I went out. My new raincoat got dirty, so I brought this old raincoat." Seeing my father's face full of rain, wet body and slightly bent back, I immediately felt more cordial to this old raincoat.

I happily got into my father's raincoat, although only my father and daughter barely fit in it. But I fell on my father's back, feeling so warm, there was no wind or rain, only my father's love for me. I suddenly feel that my father is like this old raincoat. Although it is old, it always protects me from the wind and rain.