What happens in summer and rainy days? Write a composition.

1. Writing in Summer Rain Summer rain comes and goes quickly.

This afternoon, I finished my homework, stood by the window and looked at the pedestrians on the road aimlessly. Suddenly, I looked up and the sky was gloomy at this time.

Dark clouds are like a huge black cloth, as if desperately trying to cover the whole city in darkness. I think: it will definitely rain heavily.

Sure enough, in a few minutes, I didn't seem to hear thunder and it began to rain cats and dogs. The rain came quickly, and the pedestrians on the road were caught off guard and suddenly stunned.

Some rushed to open an umbrella, some began to run, and the slower one suddenly became a "drowned rat." It is raining harder and harder.

Thousands of water columns fell from the sky and reached the ground, turning into thousands of raindrops the size of beans. You see, a sink on an open platform on the fourth floor is splashing like waves of white water.

When the rain drops on the roof, the rain drops along the eaves and flashes like shining pearls rolling down from the roof. It is raining harder.

The wind followed. The wind blew away the clothes on the roof and turned them over.

Trees on the roadside, gardens and roofs are shaken by the wind. If the wind is stronger, the weaker trees will be blown down.

After a while, the rain gradually subsided. From the big water column just now, it turned into a thin line and then slowly disappeared.

There are many pedestrians on the road. After the baptism of rain, the ground is much cleaner and the air is sweet and fresh.

Soon, the performance of the rain ended. Dark clouds don't know where to hide.

The sun came out. He came out with a gentle smile.

Now, the white clouds have become extremely white, the sky has become blue and far-reaching, and the trees have been washed away by rain, spotless and greener. I just witnessed the drastic change of the weather and thought of a child named Yu, a naughty baby.

He lives in the sky with his parents. Just now, he wanted to eat sugar, but his mother refused to eat it.

So he lost his temper and began to cry willfully. His tears are rain, falling from the sky.

Mom couldn't beat him, so she had to take out his favorite chocolate and make her smile through tears. Could the rainstorm just now be the reason? .

2. The composition describing the summer rain is changeable and capricious. In summer, the sun is shining, and the golden sun shines on the beach near my home. The sea water on that beach is not as flat as a mirror, but sparkling and fascinating. Summer gives people the impression that it is hot and sunny, and it often makes people sweat. Physical education class, run a few times. Actually, I really like this feeling. Every time I go to physical education class, I see the familiar "sweaty face". Although there are similar situations in other seasons, the "heat" in summer is different. In summer, people may give the impression that there is a storm. When it rains, people may think of "rustling, rustling" and "snapping, snapping". On the contrary, when you walk in the street during the rainstorm, you can try not to take an umbrella, because when you enjoy the "summer rain bath", you will smell the rain. When you close your eyes, imaginative people will feel that they have become a raindrop, and together with other raindrops, they will turn summer from hot to cold. After getting rid of the illusion, you will feel the beauty of summer. When hot summer comes, the sun is like a sun. Hot, even all kinds of small creatures are spared: people sweat like rain, dogs spit out their tongues all day to dissipate heat, making a haha sound, and all the flowers are tanned. Everyone is wearing short-sleeved shorts and screaming with fans in their hands, but they still can't resist the power of the sun. Trees have changed from bare to dense branches and leaves. Eyes full of green, adults sit under its arms and play chess. Gee! ""hey! At first, it was the sound of this tree. After a while, the insects on the tree chattered, forming the sound of nature in the summer afternoon. When you come to the seaside and look around, the waves are like the magnificent spectacle when Xianglong appears. Some people are playing volleyball, others are building sand castles and others are sunbathing on the beach. The whole coast presents a harmonious scene. When you are tired of playing, you can also soak in the cold and cool sea water. Speaking of summer nights, people will definitely think of the starry night sky and the white Milky Way ... what a beautiful artistic conception. When the night comes, you may wish to look up and savor the feeling of bathing under the stars, and you can also find a different style of summer! In hot summer, besides enjoying the cool, playing with water and watching the stars, it is also a good choice to do what you want while blowing air conditioning indoors. Summer is a hot and terrible season, with frightening typhoons and thunderous thunderstorms, but it also has a good side after all. It makes everything in the world full of vitality, makes trees grow more luxuriantly, and the day is longer than the night. In a word, summer is a sunny and changeable season. I like rain, because it is crystal clear and moistens the world. But I prefer Xia Yu, whose roar is intimate. It combines with the wind and has invisible power. Like a soldier, it sweeps away all obstacles that hinder its progress and never fears any difficulties. In summer, the hot sun always shines. In the air, there are hot elves everywhere. People are sweating and even upset. Until it rains, I think there will always be an indescribable feeling, which makes my mood suddenly relaxed, just like putting down a thousand pounds of boulders. Several thunder and lightning pierced the sky, and the dark clouds immediately covered the sun. Lightning in the sky will kick off the symphony of wind and rain in an instant. "boom! Hey! " Scary and crazy. Let me go. Let me go. Unlike a drop or two in spring, millions of troops descended from the sky, washing this tired city, which is exciting. It bounces on the concrete floor, as if it has infinite vitality and is divided into countless parts, like fireworks in nature. When it landed in the pond, the whole pond boiled and jumped up, breaking the previous tranquility and thoroughly remoulding itself, just like the hot dance between water, impeccably, and the whole world jumped up. "This kind of voice is so beautiful, the madness in disharmony, the constant splash, the constant splash, the indescribable beauty, only nature has this ability. Soldiers will never get tired, and soldiers will never fall down! God's voice produced by the combination of heaven and earth, the world is brand-new and unparalleled. I love Xia Yu, and I love her fanaticism. Her dance is full of infinite vitality, as if it were a rebirth, which is a gift from God. This power will always inspire me. Whenever I see the rain, I will be full of spiritual strength again, so that I am no longer afraid of any difficulties. I will be like rain. Remove all obstacles in my way. I like the unspeakable rain in summer. Summer is hotter than spring, autumn and winter, but sometimes cool winds blow, which makes flowers and trees feel cool, and also makes animals, insects and people feel cool. It is most suitable to go swimming at the seaside in summer, because the seaside is refreshing and cool, and there are particularly beautiful scenery. The big sun shines on the light blue sea, and the scenery is beautiful. It's fascinating. The sea water in summer is very cold, just like in a freezer. The summer heat has completely disappeared. Sometimes the mighty waves come to my face and splash, which is really beautiful. Summer nights are best for cicadas, frogs and owls to sing. Their songs are loud and beautiful, which surprises me, who has lived in the city for many years and rarely goes to the countryside to feed chickens! Although it is very hot in summer, it will bring people a warm feeling. I hope it will come soon and bring you the warmth of the big sun.

3. A composition describing the rain in summer Look at the rain in summer This summer, there is a lot of rain. Whenever it rains, I can't help lying on the windowsill and watching the rain outside the window (the word "infatuation" is enough to show the little author's love for summer rain).

This summer is really like a child's face. It changes when you say it. It was clear in Wan Li just now, and in a blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled eastward and the wind roared. Then a flash of lightning split the sky in half, and the heartbreaking thunder sounded, and soon the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, as if covered with a black veil.

Suddenly, raindrops fell like thousands of broken beads, making a slight rustling sound. The language of rain has been refined and achieved in one go. Summer rain is characterized by fierceness and thunder. ) When it falls to the ground, it immediately becomes a small splash, one is scattered, the other is open, and it is beautiful; When it falls on the soil, the soil greedily sucks; When they landed on the flowers and plants, they lifted their faces and kissed the rain beads; Fall to ..... (such as "greed", "sucking" and "kissing" to describe the thirst of all things in nature for rain) Gradually, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a waterfall falling from the sky, rushing towards the earth, which is simply an attack on the earth.

Finally, rain poured into the world crazily, and it was (quite) unstoppable. The window rattled under the rain.

The whole city is shrouded in white rain. After this lasted for a few minutes, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, the sky gradually lit up, and the rain gradually stopped, but the thunder kept ringing.

I like watching the rain in summer, which brings me endless fun and endless reverie. Look, it is going to rain again.

4. Composition describing the rain in summer. The rain in summer is always so urgent. Unlike the rain in early spring, it is ticking and full of vitality; Nor is it as poetic as the rain after autumn; More unlike the snow in winter, it dances gently in the air and then falls lightly. Summer rain, Hua Hua, is always so urgent and full of vitality.

"Boom-boom-"Lei Bobo knocked on the small drum, and a flash of lightning pierced the sky. At this time, the rain mother-in-law sold the imprison son, refused to show up. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, and the fallen young tree was tottering and could hardly hold on. "Want to go! Hey! " The strong wind rattled the branches and leaves. But the tree is still standing, struggling in this crazy wind.

After a while, the wind seems to be getting smaller and smaller. Just out of the house, I was scared back by thunder. I was too scared to move. At this time, Lei Bobo softened again and said nothing. I pushed the door and tried, but Lei Bobo didn't lose his temper and got the nerve to go out.

Looking into the distance, I found Sister Yue hiding in Brother Yun's arms, but Sister Xing couldn't find it. What a cold night, I can't help but want to go home. However, before I could turn around, a few drops of rain fell. At this time, there was a flash in the sky, followed by a thunder, and the rain crashed again.

Several fist-sized raindrops fell and made a "snapping" sound. The rain became more and more heavy, and it became a trickle, and the raindrops hit the sparkling spray. Brother Yu jumped naughtily, banging on umbrellas, glass and other musical instruments that can make sounds, and giggling. Aunt lightning twisted her body and flashed in the sky; Uncle Lei knocked out his little drum and rumbled in the sky, adding fun to his younger brother.

It has been raining for nearly ten minutes, but the younger brother of the rain is still running around the street tirelessly. Under the eaves, raindrops fall like broken beads. Rain fell on the grass, and the grass took a comfortable bath; Rain drops on the roots of trees, seeps into the ground, and the roots drink enough; The rain fell on the lotus leaf, and he lay on the lotus leaf, playing and flapping. . Brother Yu's crisp singing spread all over the streets. However, Aunt Lightning asked him to go back, but Brother Rain didn't want to. Aunt lightning was angry and her eyes flashed in the sky. Lei Bobo also knocked on his own drum to let his brother go back. His brother had to bite the bullet and leave.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and Brother Yu is gone. However, he gave a crystal to the grass, a string of pearls to the flowers and a pearl to the lotus leaf, giving people a string of beautiful memories.

That summer night, the weather suddenly turned cold. I slept until the next morning with the window closed.

The next morning, I woke up from a deep sleep and opened the window, and a fresh smell of earth came to my face. Fresh air is really a good medicine for refreshing and moistening the lungs. Ah! It rained last night.

It's still cloudy, and the children can't seem to stay in the sky after the rain. At first, there was a small thunder. With the thunder, countless tiny raindrops began to dive to the ground. They are also quite fierce. Shortly after the attack, the ground became wet again. But they are still silent, quiet, quiet, and gradually "occupy" everything on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a thunder, a flash of lightning, and dozens of bigger and darker clouds made people forget the rain in Mao Mao just now, followed by moderate rain, which splashed petals on the ground. The rain was loud and noisy, and the ground began to get noisy. There are more umbrellas in the street. They are red, green, blue, flowery and transparent, just like bright mushrooms after rain and flowers in full bloom in spring. The sound of rain is different, too, from falling to going, going, and when it is stronger, it looks like a mighty army.

Gradually, thousands of troops and horses went away, and the rain was fine and fine, floating softly in the bright sky like cow hair.

Finally, the light rain disappeared. Wow! Rainbow appeared, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple ... hanging obliquely on the horizon like a ribbon. The sun also smiled, like a child. At this time, the earth is full of spring, as if it were spring, not summer.

The rain in summer is really beautiful!

Today, I stood on the balcony, and the wind was blowing. Suddenly, several rain stars fell on my head. Before I came to my senses, the downpour began to fall violently. I was caught off guard, my clothes were almost wet by the rain, so I hurried into the house. Strangely, instead of being angry, I am interested in the rain and want to enjoy it.

The rain in summer is really different, just as big as Miss Xia's tears and soybeans. It follows her unruly temper and is extremely explosive, which makes people unprepared. Look at the ground again, the rain hit the ground heavily, and there were countless blisters on it, as if Miss Xia was venting her unhappiness.

Look at the sky, it's even more terrible. Dark clouds in the sky, like a runaway Tianma, rolled in like a tide, devouring the whole blue sky, leaving no gap. From time to time, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a thunder, which showed that Xia girl's anger had arrived.

Looking around, it's raining harder and harder. A layer of rain curtain covers the window so tightly that things outside are almost invisible.

Come when you say it, and leave when you say it. It didn't take long for the rain to stop, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder became less and less. I opened the balcony door again and went out. A cool breeze came against my face, much stronger than the wind before the rain. The rain on the roof splashed down and interwoven into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Miss Xia is in a much better mood.

Summer rain is really strange, interesting and lovely.

5. Xia Yu Composition Description: Xia Yu

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That summer night, the weather suddenly turned cold. I slept until the next morning with the window closed.

The next morning, I woke up from a deep sleep and opened the window, and a fresh smell of earth came to my face. Fresh air is really a good medicine for refreshing and moistening the lungs. Ah! It rained last night.

It's still cloudy, and the children can't seem to stay in the sky after the rain. At first, there was a small thunder. With the thunder, countless tiny raindrops began to dive to the ground. They are also quite fierce. Shortly after the attack, the ground became wet again. But they are still silent, quiet, quiet, and gradually "occupy" everything on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a thunder, a flash of lightning, and dozens of bigger and darker clouds made people forget the rain in Mao Mao just now, followed by moderate rain, which splashed petals on the ground. The rain was loud and noisy, and the ground began to get noisy. There are more umbrellas in the street. They are red, green, blue, flowery and transparent, just like bright mushrooms after rain and flowers in full bloom in spring. The sound of rain is different, too, from falling to going, going, and when it is stronger, it looks like a mighty army.

Gradually, thousands of troops and horses went away, and the rain was fine and fine, floating softly in the bright sky like cow hair.

Finally, the light rain disappeared. Wow! Rainbow appeared, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple ... hanging obliquely on the horizon like a ribbon. The sun also smiled, like a child. At this time, the earth is full of spring, as if it were spring, not summer.

The rain in summer is really beautiful!

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6. I like the wind, the warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north all make me deeply moved and romantic!

However, I prefer rain, the falling rain of lightning and thunder in the south, and the autumn rain in the north all make me sad and lingering, so my screen name is Storm Beauty!

I like rain, like it as pure as water, as hazy as clouds, as hazy as fog. I also like to walk alone in the street in the drizzly dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I like the feeling of rain dripping quietly on my body. It was a very gentle touch, just like a pair of hands caressing me gently. I like autumn rain, especially the beautiful moment when raindrops splash on the ground and splash. . It seems that all rainy songs have sad stories, and I am listening to the sound of rain and experiencing every rainy story on this rainy night. There are few pedestrians in Qingxin Street, which is very clean and quiet. A tree in the street has been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain, and leaves are floating down from the branches one by one, adding a bit of tranquility and deep breath to the air. Autumn stirs heartstrings, autumn wind disturbs thoughts, autumn moon gives birth to feelings, autumn rain lingers, and autumn leaves are beautiful.

I like sitting alone in front of the window on rainy days, quietly meditating and feeling silently ... The rain outside the window drips in my heart like tears, quietly listening to the dripping rain, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable melancholy rises in my heart. Tears in my heart are long and lingering, mixed with a little melancholy and helplessness. Rain is the sad tears of the clouds. When the clouds are cloudy, my heart always cries lonely and lonely. It is a heart rain that falls from my heart. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Breaking up is always on rainy days. Why does it have to be rainy? When it rains, the rain is cool, when it rains, it is gray and cold, and when it rains, it is sad.

I don't know when I started. I am addicted to my own world on the Internet and don't want to communicate with others. I like to stay quietly in noisy chat rooms and be surrounded by strange names. Nobody cares about my loneliness. And I, just a trance-like shadow, wandering in this familiar chat room, let the years fall into my indifferent eyes. . .

I like the night, and I like to write my mood online at night. I'm so lonely, totally my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, write some sad words, and use words to understand a person. I like to listen to my heart, and I am shocked by the collision of connected souls. When my soul, and I silently opposite, I finally know, get rid of all the constraints of the secular, an indifferent leisurely life is how not enviable. Don't worry about the world, don't fight for fame and fortune, and add elegance to life. The exquisite beauty of "flying freely is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow", enjoy life and be the transcendent elegance of nature's bosom friend. . . .

Once upon a time, I always thought that if I put my mind at ease in the love world I created, I would be safe, unable to get in or out. From then on, I never expect to touch the wonderful world of the internet. I won't bother anyone, and I won't get hurt. I will sow and reap gently. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this seems to be a far-fetched idea. In my mind, it is like a post station on a long road, the end of a long life, and a pure land in my heart; This is not melodramatic, but sincere.

A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the world of mortals, and relatively lofty and refined. Nothing is difficult in the world, so why bother yourself. Let go of your mood and get a peaceful, peaceful and free mood. Rain washed away the glitz in people's hearts, cleaned up the chaos of heaven and earth and calmed people's mood. Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. The rain fell asleep and my heart danced with it.

7. Write a composition about Xia Yu.

Today, I stood on the balcony, and the wind was blowing. Suddenly, several rain stars fell on my head. Before I came to my senses, the downpour began to fall violently. I was caught off guard, my clothes were almost wet by the rain, so I hurried into the house. Strangely, instead of being angry, I am interested in the rain and want to enjoy it.

The rain in summer is really different, just as big as Miss Xia's tears and soybeans. It follows her unruly temper and is extremely explosive, which makes people unprepared. Look at the ground again, the rain hit the ground heavily, and there were countless blisters on it, as if Miss Xia was venting her unhappiness.

Look at the sky, it's even more terrible. Dark clouds in the sky, like a runaway Tianma, rolled in like a tide, devouring the whole blue sky, leaving no gap. From time to time, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a thunder, which showed that Xia girl's anger had arrived.

Looking around, it's raining harder and harder. A layer of rain curtain covers the window so tightly that things outside are almost invisible.

Come when you say it, and leave when you say it. It didn't take long for the rain to stop, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder became less and less. I opened the balcony door again and went out. A cool breeze came against my face, much stronger than the wind before the rain. The rain on the roof splashed down and interwoven into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Miss Xia is in a much better mood.

Summer rain is really strange, interesting and lovely.

8. To write a composition about summer rain, we should grasp the characteristics of writing summer rain.

In the sweltering heat of soaring temperature, the expected summer rain finally came.

It wasn't very violent when I first came, but I kept drinking, slowly falling, and finally it got bigger and bigger and turned into a rainstorm. Because roads are built in the city and buses are diverted, it takes a long way to go to work by bus, so there is a feeling of enjoying a walk in the summer rain. Holding an umbrella, blowing the wind, accompanied by rain, listening to the music of raindrops beating on the edge of the umbrella, walking slowly. The rainy sky is wet everywhere, and the green belts on both sides of the road are crystal clear under the embellishment of water droplets, which makes them greener and more lovely. The ground is full of rain, the passing cars are particularly light, and the whole city has been washed. Although there are still dark clouds in the sky, because of the freshness and coolness brought by this rain, there is no such dreary depression. I like this kind of rain. Moreover, there are too many memories and joys about summer rain.

When I was a child, whenever it rained in summer, my friends would follow me to bask in the valley and play with water, chasing and frolicking, regardless of the shouts of adults, just to get wet in the mud, and then run home with their heads wet, regardless of the blame of adults, just to hang a pure and happy smile on their faces. Then, after the rain stopped, with a cry outside, I let out a cry and ran out in order, playing barefoot, finding a small canal and catching fish where the water flowed between the ridges. In the canal after the rain, there are often crucian carp that like to absorb water and play in the water. Children in rural areas know this, so these places will become children's paradise after the rain. I still remember that after a summer rainstorm, my eldest brother held up a big crucian carp caught from a ridge not far from his home and danced excitedly.

As far as I can remember, afternoon showers in summer are not so leisurely, and more people are in a hurry. After the busy farming, every household will put the recovered rice on a big bamboo mat to dry. At that time, there was almost no TV or radio in the countryside, and people knew little about the weather forecast. Moreover, most of the weather forecasts at that time were inaccurate, so many times villagers could only look at the weather by experience. The showers in summer afternoon are always quick and urgent. Often, as soon as the dark clouds rise, raindrops as big as beans rush in, making everyone in a hurry. They quickly put down their newly raised rice bowls and ran into Sun Guping. Before the rice was confiscated, the rain began to crackle. At this time, basking in the valley is particularly lively. In the face of this shower, I soon got busy, without depression or complaint. People who cleaned up earlier were busy helping another family, so people naturally welcomed the rainstorm. Even if the rice didn't have time to harvest and was wet by the rain, they just smiled and said, Hehe, I have to sun this rice for another day before picking it. At this time, laughter, noise and wind and rain made up a beautiful peasant symphony.

At that time, I never thought about why the villagers were so happy after the rice was wet by the rain. I just thought that it was because farmers were used to such showers that they would accept it calmly. Many years later, when I was eagerly waiting for the arrival of the afternoon shower in the sweltering summer days of the city, I really understood that the calmness of the villagers was actually a kind of tolerance, an open mind, and a calmness after the storm. Because we all know that after such a shower, the sun will come out. However, the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain will have a fresh and sweet taste. This rain is actually a coolness brought by summer.

In rainy summer, you can play barefoot and run in the rain. You can also stroll around with an umbrella like this, or you can just listen to the sound of rain in front of the window, occasionally put your hand out of the window and hold a handful of raindrops, which can be poetic or wild, as long as the mood requires.

So all along, I like summer rain. Spring rain is too lingering, misty rain is blurred, and there is a kind of desolation and sadness, especially after a rain, the red everywhere is a mess, which will cause a burst of inexplicable sadness. Autumn rain, a little chilly, and the west wind and cold rain are the easiest to remind people of those sad poems, and a sad feeling for autumn will inevitably extend from the bottom of my heart. Moreover, the winter rain makes people feel a bleak chill, and what rises in the gray rain and fog will also be a kind of lost sadness, which is very uncomfortable. The rain in summer, when gentle, is like a breeze, sweet and fresh, and when intense, it is like a jumping drum, bringing people surging. Moreover, after a summer rain, the distant mountains are clear, the trees are lush, and the air is moist and fresh. After a summer rain, the cool and transparent feeling, even breathing, is intoxicating.

People walk on the road and their hearts swim in the rain. Suddenly, a child stepped barefoot on the water, spraying, spraying and laughing happily. With the angry cries of adults, suddenly, he became the child, and his eyes flashed with touching pictures. In fact, this is just a summer rain! Not sentimental, not touching, not gentle, not cold and cheerless, even a little wild and rude. But because the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain is full of fresh and sweet taste, so I like it! Although, this is just a summer rain!

9. How to write a composition about the rain in summer? When summer comes, the rain will follow.

This afternoon, it was suddenly sultry. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, fanning the electric fan constantly. Lying on the windowsill, looking at the sky, dark clouds block the blue sky and the sun one after another, and it is sending a message: it is going to rain.

Soon, it began to rain cats and dogs. Suddenly, people on the ground fell from the sky and looked for shelter in panic. Rain falls like a line, making a rustling sound. The ground soon got wet and the sunken ground was full of water. Rain hits the ground and puddles, sometimes turning up bubbles, like fish spitting bubbles, which will turn into funnel-shaped things after explosion and finally disappear without a trace. In the blink of an eye, at night, a gust of wind blew and the rain suddenly messed up. The rain rushed over like a pedestrian on the road, and fell to the ground like a broken pearl, splashing layers of water. It rained heavily, and I was extremely happy. The thunder and lightning made the rain even more terrible. Lightning flashed and night turned into day. Thunder "boom" sounded, like God's anger, like God blaming the world, and rain was its tears.

Late at night, the rain gradually stopped, and the air after the rain was particularly fresh. There are rain beads on the trees and grass, and the leaves shine in the light. After washing, plants become very energetic.

Ah! It's good to rain.