How to write a composition in the case of rain?

At dusk, the drizzle rustled, and I walked home alone with a tired and depressed mood. I failed in the midterm. God really gloats. You see, this drizzle is just the accompaniment of my sad mood.

Suddenly, a transparent glass bottle appeared at my feet. I don't know why, but I stopped calling when I saw it. I swung my foot and kicked it hard-it flew far away and only heard a bang. This poor bottle was used by me as a tool to vent my anger. At that moment, its life was over. It was left behind.

I was stunned. "No, we are in trouble!" I looked around, great, no one! Run quickly. It's raining harder and harder.

When I got home, I peeked out of the window anxiously. Suddenly I saw a girl in a blue poncho galloping on her bike. She may have gone to work the night shift. "Slow down, slow down ..." I muttered. "poof!" The tire is flat. She complained, "What a terrible day! Encounter such a ghost weather ... "Although far apart, but I still heard, I feel guilty.

It's raining harder and harder. God seems to be punishing me and scolding me. I really don't like it. In the distance, an old woman came here with her little grandson and an umbrella. How lovely! The little grandson is wearing bright clothes and leaning against her. "I hope they are safe." I think so, too. It's a pity that my grandson ignored the "bomb" I left behind. ......

I bowed my head in shame. I don't want more victims to enter my minefield.

"It's time to eat!" Mom called me. I went into the kitchen and ate listlessly. "Didn't you do well in the mid-term exam? Never mind, try again next time! " At this moment, I woke up. I completely forgot about the exam. I'm depressed because of that bottle.

After dinner, "no one should get hurt again, right?" I was thinking. Just as I hesitated, I suddenly heard the sound of tire explosion in the distance. I am ashamed and regretful when I see the consequences I planted. I ran downstairs when my mother wasn't looking. I was stunned. It's already a "new look." Who cleaned it?

Day, it is still raining, but it has become gentle, like a trickle slowly flowing into my heart.