How to write a composition about the rain after a thunderstorm?

1. [Thunderstorm] This afternoon, there was a particularly heavy thunderstorm outside. At first, dark clouds rolled across the sky like runaway wild horses, filling the whole sky. Everything around is shrouded in darkness, and thunder comes from time to time in thick dark clouds-"bang, bang". Suddenly, a dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, covering everything on the earth. Then there is a downpour, like a splash, like a fallen flower. The rain was not very heavy at first, but sparse, like a string of broken pearls hitting the ground. There are ripples on the ground. Then more and more dense, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky. The wind blew gently, raising a mist, and then the wind became stronger and stronger, blowing a few times. Pine trees are also dressed in the rain. The rain washed away the dust and soil on the ground. From a distance, the whole city is shrouded in a hazy rain and fog, and nothing can be seen clearly. A small waterfall hangs under the eaves. Outside, passers-by are carrying umbrellas in various colors-there are waves on the ground and umbrella flowers on the road. The car moved slowly in the rain, whistling from time to time, for fear of hitting pedestrians and passing by stagnant water. On that day in June, Monkey Sun's face changed-it was raining cats and dogs just now, and soon the sun was shining brightly. The air after the rain seems to be filtered, especially fresh. I took a sip and felt very comfortable. The water drops hanging on the surrounding branches are crystal clear. The leaves are washed clean and shiny, just like pieces of jade hanging on branches, very beautiful, even the soil.

2. Write a composition about the scene in the heavy rain. No sooner had the heavy rain ended than the light rain began. The puddle is full of muddy rain. I came to the door, a fresh air came to my face, and a few naughty raindrops kissed my face, which made me awake a lot. I went back to the house and began to do my homework again.

After a while, I looked up and saw butterflies flying all over the sky outside the window, including red, yellow, white and blue … Look! A butterfly is still picking honey on that crape myrtle tree! Its wings merge together, as if forgetting the whole world. Look, those dancing butterflies look like dancers. I hurried out to interview these beautiful dancers. The frightened butterfly saw my unexpected guests fly away one by one.

Arriving at the door, the rain stopped. I saw my mother's small vegetable garden. The roots of green onions have leaked out of the ground, and beans are lying on the ground like drunken idlers. The birds chirped, as if singing that beautiful and tactful song, which fascinated me. A gust of wind blew, willow leaves danced in the air, and then fell quietly on my head, awakening me from intoxication.

Slowly, the sun came out. The leaves of beans look delicate in the sun, like pieces of green jade. At this time, the sun is not as gentle as it was just now. People who are blown by hot air are lazy, as if they were "sleepy" whispering in your ear: "Sleep! Sleep! " I like this beautiful summer, and I like the ever-changing and colorful rainy season after the rainstorm.

3. How to write a composition about the rainy scene First of all, don't directly describe the rain. Write about the trees that can't swing and the hidden sky first, and write about the mood at that time or the performance of people or animals.

Let me say a few words about rain first: continuous spring rain, drizzly spring rain, fluttering spring rain, drizzly spring rain, intermittent spring rain, continuous spring rain, continuous drizzle like silk, drizzle like smoke, drizzle like cattle hair, drizzle like silk, drizzle like wind, yuhua district in full bloom, endless rain curtain, rustling, rustling rain curtain hanging, pouring rain, pouring rain. Thunderstorms, storms and rain, Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rain, Acid, Wind, Clouds Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm Rainstorm. Chu Mengchu Wu Yunxiang Feng Hua Xia Feng Yu Chunyu Yu Yulou is telling you a famous saying: Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground. Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

The breeze blows, and the rain curtain is oblique, like a thin line running towards the vegetation and walls. When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.

Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain. It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found. Raindrops fell on my head and body. I stood on my back, closed my eyes and opened my mouth to taste the little raindrops. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead. It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky. The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers.

Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields. There are also several poems about rain: clothes are wet and apricot flowers are raining, and blowing your face is not cold.

-Yinan monk "Jueju" Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. —— Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" lies listening to the stormy night and dreams of iron horse glaciers.

-Lu You's Storm on November 4th There were seven or eight stars in the sky and two or three minutes of rain in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is bright and charming, and the mountains are rainy and rainy.

-Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean, the mountain is empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-Wang Wei's Living in Autumn, there is no rain on the mountain road, the air is green and the clothes are wet-Wang Wei's On the Mountain, it is cold and rainy at night. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Momo, Light Cold to the Small Building" Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

-Li Shangyin's "Love Snail Pavilion, Message to Cuizhou" Now the yellow leaves are shaking with the wind, and the harp is happy with the brothel. -Li Shangyin's "Wind and Rain" Mo Wen Liangyuan old guest, Maoling autumn rain is like a disease.

-Li Shangyin's "A Word to Secretary Ling Huchong" seat, when the drunken guest wakes up, the river is clear and cloudy. -Li Shangyin's "Leaves in Shu", Xintan doesn't understand tourists' wishes, more like rain under the eaves.

-Li Shangyin's "February 2" The stars sink to the bottom of the sea as a window, and the rain looks at the source of the river. -Li Shangyin's Three Poems by Bi Cheng.

4. How to write a composition after a rainstorm? Dark clouds are gathering, and the swallows flying low outside the window tell us it's going to rain! The students who saw this scene were like ants on hot bricks, anxious to turn around. Some students said nervously, "Oh, no, I don't have an umbrella. I must be a drowned rat today. "

Some students clamored for the teacher to leave school early. Thunder rumbled, thunder rumbled, and the students were destroyed.

With a whoosh, the wind is not as gentle and amiable as usual. He growled violently. It blows every household's clothes into the air and blows down a tree without thinking. It is so dusty that I can hardly see anything outside. I vaguely saw a whirlpool in the air in the classroom, which kept spinning.

The students are talking in the classroom. Sometimes they scream, sometimes they shout "wow" in unison, sometimes they are frightened by the strong wind, and sometimes they worry that the rainstorm will stop and sigh. Suddenly, the students' comments drowned out the terrible thunder.

It cleared up and the rain stopped, and the students showed a gratified smile. Suddenly, an overpass appeared in the sky.

After class, the students rushed to the playground: the trees planted in front of the teaching building were blown down, innocent birds had no warm nests, and the clothes of every household were blown to the muddy playground by the wind. The original clean clothes are dirty, and the balcony that has just been cleaned seems to have never been cleaned. After school, I stood on the roof overlooking the lush and flowery Central Street. Incredibly, like the trees in the school, the trees fell down in rows.

I feel very uncomfortable in my heart: a heavy rain has caused tall and straight trees to fall and birds to lose their homes. You know, it is extremely painful for people to lose their homes, not to mention this lively and lovely bird.