My Observation Diary I have observed the scene when it rains. Please read my diary?

Sentences about observing rain:

The spring rain is falling slowly, and the dry branches of the trees have a hazy light green color. The rain drips down the tree tops and becomes It became a string of watery notes. The ground is also much moister, exuding a refreshing aroma. The grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave a green carpet. The spring rain is falling gently, it is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of the harsh winter on the trees. The spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and all things wake up under the caress of the spring breeze, and grow under the nourishment of the spring rain.

Suddenly, a ray of purple light came over the sky and covered the earth. Just after the light passed, I saw a streak of lightning stretching among the overlapping clouds, like a hungry python. The python opened its mouth and let out a loud roar. Before I could cover my ears, the thunder had already shattered my eardrums.

The drizzle fell quietly and silently, like the silver threads spun out by countless silkworm ladies. Thousands of filaments ripple in the air, and the long veil covers the dark fields.

Thunder sounded, and the heavy rain continued to fall like broken beads.

It has rained, and the wet ground is muddy. Pedestrians on the road walk carefully for fear of being splashed with muddy water. The rain fell harder and harder, and the rustling sound turned into a gurgling sound.

Little Yudrop regarded the lotus leaf as his natural skating rink, spreading his smile happily on it.

It is raining and rustling outside the window. Alas, it’s another rainy day. The entire small mountain village was shrouded in drizzle, like a shy little girl hiding shyly in her mother's arms.

The rains of the four seasons also vary depending on the season and the changes in the seasons. Chunyu is regarded as the most beautiful and exquisite, just like the shy and coquettish singing of a young girl; Chunyu is also the most loved by literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen", "The sky street is moistened and moistened silently by the gentle rain", "Apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River", etc. are all praises to spring rain. The dripping woman in "Rain Alley" probably came in the spring rain. The hottest one is Xia Yu, which is like a strong man sweating freely, with a hearty and joyful feeling; it comes fiercely and leaves quickly, and it is straightforward and never sloppy. It not only irrigates the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings the slightest coolness to people in the scorching heat. People are clear about its merits and demerits.

Spring rain is like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally.

The spring rain keeps falling. Walking into the Xiaoxiao spring rain, the cool raindrops drifted on the face with the wind. It was not as cold as the winter rain, so people's faces were still glowing with joy. The spring rain is lingering, a bit scrambling, as if it is the sky's confession, trying to merge into the embrace of the earth. Early spring is like a painting. As the rain slides down smoothly, it flows to all directions at just the right time. Between dark brown, light green, and bright yellow, the ancient city of Jingchuan becomes a scenery in the rain, lonely and beautiful.

The sky is gloomy. Although there is no sun, it is unbearably hot. Cicadas chirped in the trees, their voices low, slow, and feeble; spiders rushed to repair their exquisite gossip webs; ants hurriedly moved exquisite and delicious food out of their caves. The grass lay listlessly on the ground. The willow tree is also like a patient, with weak branches hanging on it. Beautiful sentences describing rainy weather. We sat under the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness, but there was no wind at all. The air remained motionless and stagnant, and the sweat seemed to turn into steam and fly away before it even dripped to the ground. Ah! How nice it will rain at this time!

The rain in Wenzhou is still falling continuously, wetting the green willows and peaches, wetting the bananas outside the window, and also filling my heart with endless sorrow. However, the rain will eventually stop, and with confidence and courage, we will welcome the bright and bright after the sad rain, and the smiling faces after wiping away the tears.

Raindrops scattered across the sky, exuding crystal light. The benevolent angel sent it to the world, like beads, connected in a string, bringing smiles to the children.

The spring rain comes from the sky, the mud comes from the ground, I come from the musical call of the spring rain, the spring rain carefully waters the earth, so the willow trees turn green, the peach blossoms bloom, and the birds sing happily Now, all things wake up under the caress of the spring breeze, and grow under the nourishment of the spring rain, as sung in ancient poems: The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close.