A composition about rain

No matter in school or in society, you will always come into contact with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my composition on the topic of rain for you, I hope it will help you.

Composition on the topic of rain 1 falls silently and moistens everything silently. It seems to come and go without a trace, but it is not.

When it is ready to come, it will be predicted. At that time, it will be a hot cloudy day. Dark clouds floated silently, blocking the sunshine and scaring away the white clouds. They are connected into a big block. When you look up, you will find that as far as your eyes are concerned, it is just a vast gray. In the summer evening, the warm sun will even turn the sky into a beautiful crimson, and everything on the ground will turn red. The wind is blowing from the sky, and it runs very fast. It seems that it has exhausted its whole life's strength, blowing the young trees to the east and west, rustling the green leaves on the trees, rolling up the dust on the ground and blowing the leaves all over the sky! It doesn't want to stop, occasionally stop, just for the next moment's faster impact. The air, as if burning, is so hot that it almost melts when there is no sun. Dragonflies fly low, and ants move snakes down the aisle. Everything, without exception, is whispering about the arrival of the powerful heavy rain.

Soon, the light rain fell, one drop, two drops, three drops, and then thousands of drops. ...

When I walked out of the house after the rain, the dark clouds in the sky did not know when they had receded, and the hot air before the rain had already been swept away. The blue sky is like washing, and the sun hanging above the blue sky is so lovely at this time. Occasionally, a gorgeous rainbow will even hang on the horizon. Beautiful colors are the masterpieces of nature. Even the best painter in the world can't paint such splendor with the best pigments. The earth is brand-new, and the green leaves on the trees are washed away by the rain, as if wearing new clothes and glowing with brilliance. In the forest, handfuls of "small umbrellas" poked their heads out of the ground and looked curiously at the beautiful world after the rain.

This coolness, this beauty, this tranquility is only because of the rain that "comes and goes without a trace".

This Saturday afternoon, I got up from my lunch break and looked at the sky. The sun is shining and the sky is as bright as blue glass.

I put on my shoes, mask and schoolbag, and went to the interest class happily.

When I walked into the classroom, I looked out of the window from time to time. The sky is still so blue, but there are many white clouds floating. A breeze blew across my face, feeling a little itchy, but very comfortable, which made me feel like I was in Miss Qiu's arms now, and she was still shaking my fan. No, even the tree doll next to me is singing for me! Slowly, the white clouds turned into dark clouds, and more and more. At this time, the wind became stronger. I saw that as long as I knew that the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger and the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, the night seemed to come at once.

I looked up at the sky when I came home from school. Ah, how can Yu be crushed in the blink of an eye? I quickly ran down and called to my father, "Dad! Dad! It is going to rain! Come on! Come on! Quick! "

As soon as my father put on my dark blue raincoat, it began to rain. People in the street ran around looking for shelter from the rain. Raindrops "snapped" on the concrete floor, splashing one after another. Raindrops rustle along raincoats like fried beans, as if singing to me! "Ding-dong, Ding-dong", "rustling, rustling", "Glug, Glug!" It's really good. A drop of rain still falls in my mouth, which is a little salty.

After a few minutes, the rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun showed its old smiling face again. The man who just took shelter from the rain also came out. There are several small puddles on the concrete floor of the street. In the sun, they look like mirrors.

This is summer rain. Come as soon as you say it, and stop as soon as you say it It's wonderful!

Spring rain is soft, summer rain changes, and autumn rain is cool.

On that day in June, the child's face changed as soon as he said it.

Just now in Wan Li, the sky was clear, the clouds were floating freely, and the weather was sultry. But no one expected that a gust of wind would come soon. The huge quilt comes from the bed. Boom, boom! The thunder was deafening. Lightning travels through dark clouds at the speed of light. It's like someone took a pair of scissors and cut a quilt

In a flash, it was already dark. The storm was really heavy, and it was raining cats and dogs. It's like a huge waterfall outside. The young tree was broken and the big tree gave in, but he looked unconvinced. The rain will stop after a while. Rain girl's anger seems to have disappeared a lot! Spray after spray is like a flower in full bloom in the water. Raindrops are like pearls, and I really hate breaking them. Xiao Yuzhu is like a pianist. Play a wonderful tune.

Opening the window, a fresh air blew in. A beautiful rainbow bridge hangs in the sky. Like a slide, like a bridge.

Ah! Rain, how charming you are! I like rain. I like rain. I like the changeable rain. I want to make rain. Be the rain that moistens the earth and crops, and be the rain that brings happiness to farmers' uncles.

The rain in summer, fierce and intense, often brings a hearty happiness to people. The fresh and natural heavy rain came, sultry and refreshing.

The rain in summer is different. Like Miss Xia's soybean-sized tears and her bad temper, it's hard not to let people say it. The wind, with a rain star in the middle, seems to be looking for something, bumping from east to west. Bean-sized raindrops hit roofs, windows and passers-by. The rain flowed down the tree crown, like a broken bead at first, and gradually became a line. There is more and more rain on the ground, which has merged into "streams" with countless blisters.

With the roar of thunder, it rained harder and harder, just like a symphony reached its climax. On the roof and in the street, a layer of white fog was splashed, just like an ethereal plain yarn. In the sky, it is even more terrible. Dark clouds, like wild horses leaving Xinjiang, rolled in like floods, overwhelming, engulfing the whole blue sky, leaving no gap. Suddenly, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by an explosive thunder, showing that Miss Xia was extremely angry. A layer of rain curtain covered the window so tightly that things outside could hardly be seen clearly.

Come when you say it, and leave when you say it. After a while, the rain gradually stopped and the dark clouds dispersed, leaving only raindrops somewhere. The sun came out, the air was fresh, the rainbow appeared quietly on the horizon, dotted with the light blue sky, and everything was completely new.

Sudden, but refreshing, this is summer rain.

I like listening to the rain, especially in spring. When listening to the rain, you must open the window and turn off the lights, so that listening to the rain in spring is impeccable.

I still remember sneaking into the night with the wind and moistening things silently. When trouble strikes again and everything in the world is silent, listen. Rain falls from the sky, floats on the branches, falls on the branches, falls on the eaves, falls on the soil, and listens. The rain is lingering like a girl, dancing lightly with the wind, forming a harmonious movement, sometimes soothing, sometimes sharp, and listening. You will feel that you have merged with nature.

This rain hollows out your heart, tells your thoughts, comments your doubts and gives you endless imagination. You will feel as if you have become a drop of rain, a tree, a grass and a flower. Rain stops time, only the heartbeat tells you that time is going on.

Listen, listen, I seem to have met a girl, a girl like a dream and a cloud like the wind. This rain has purified our hearts and let us find a pure land and a comfort in this world. The rain is really pure, pure as my tears, but I can't see myself clearly in my tears.

Too much missing, too much nonsense, too much affection, too much sadness, too much melancholy, too much nobody cares, can only be released one by one in this drizzly day.

Tear up the last calendar and let the past become a memory. I will search carefully and find a brand-new myself, leaving a new footprint for rainy nights.

The feeling of listening to the rain can only be understood, but not expressed.

Rain is so beautiful, but it is just sad.

A curtain fell from the sky, confusing my eyes. It is so tall and so big that it comes from the skillful hand of nature. Although the curtains are beautiful, they are fragmented, giving people endless reverie. It is like a flower needle, which stung my whole body; It is like a filament, winding around me one by one; A dime a dozen, but it can't warm me. ...

Rainy lingering, wet the earth, wet the house, wet the people, wet the soul, wet the eyes. Whenever I see rain, I can't help but stop; Every time I meet the rain, I can't help shivering; Whenever I stare at the rain, I have an inexplicable feeling. Is it excitement? Is it happiness? Is it hope? No, neither, it's sadness! Perhaps it is the shadow in my heart that makes me have this strange feeling about the rain.

The rain is beautiful, but people don't appreciate it ... the hut in the rain looks like a painting from a distance, and the author is natural. A closer look seems to blend in with the painting. Everything is gray, there is no cloud in the sky, only black clouds cover it, and the world becomes monotonous.

I like rain because it understands me. It plays with me from time to time and falls on my head, hair tips, forehead and eyelashes ... Although it is cold, my heart is hot. This is rain, real rain. It nourishes the earth and my dry heart.

The rain is so graceful and lazy, with a touch of freshness and sadness. Its life is only a few seconds, but it captures beautiful scenery. ...

The title of composition 7 is rain "Baba". Bean-sized raindrops fell on the umbrella and sang the unique music of summer.

"June day, the child's face." Yes, the weather is changeable in summer, and the speed of turning your face is faster than the speed of turning pages. Wan Li is clear in the east, and it's raining in the west. I opened my umbrella and walked on the road.

Summer rain is not like spring rain, which is like a silver needle, fine and dense, falling quietly; The rain in summer is unpredictable, and the downpour is the representative of summer, but sometimes it wants to learn the gentle and quiet spring rain, accompanied by dark clouds, and drops the rain beads carefully. Its raindrops are big and round, and the sound of "ticking" is not as charming as spring rain, but it adds a little interest to this gloomy rainy day and has a unique flavor.

Xia Yu is the most childlike. In addition to listening to the music of Rain Point, treading water also makes Xia Yu deeply loved by children.

Find a small puddle, tread carefully, try not to let water enter the shoes, gently shake the shoes and brush the soles clean. Walk on the low-lying side of the alley, take off your socks, put on your sandals, and walk slowly forward to experience the feeling that water slowly flows into your shoes. As soon as the foot comes out of the water, it is flung forward, and the water in the shoe is thrown far away at once, and three or four splashes gradually appear one after another, which is much better than splashing water with pebbles.

The rain in summer is sometimes very urgent, and there will be a lot of water on the roadside. When an electric car passes by, it will stir up arc-shaped water mist lines. Passers-by will definitely jump to one side and frown. But the children will rush up and greet the fog line with umbrellas.

Summer rain is sometimes the most romantic, and it has been continuous. Under the street lamp, it slides down carefully like a silk thread. Two people are holding the same umbrella, chatting and enjoying the coolness of the rain.

Ba da ba da. Bean-sized raindrops fell on the umbrella and sang the unique music of summer.

Composition 8 on the topic of raindrops, Didi. The crisp sound seems to penetrate into my ears. Yes, it's raining.

A cool breeze blows gently through the hair and ears. By the way, call it a dark cloud. At this time, people have taken back their clothes in a hurry. Gradually, the first drop of rain fell with the wind like a drum, hitting the flat concrete road forcefully. In this way, with the first sound of rain, raindrops fell one after another. Unconsciously, it began to rain silently. The boundary between light and shadow was quickly erased, just like an amateur painter's palette. This light rain sounds like no rain, like a shy and introverted little girl, unknown.

Gradually, it rained harder and harder. Dark color slowly enveloped the earth. At this moment, the rain is as thin as silk, and the fog comes to join in the fun. The misty mist makes the mountain look like a fairyland, and it is full of fairy spirits everywhere. At this time, the scenery outside the window was blocked by rain, and some were flaxen and hazy white. Leaves are also shaken by raindrops.

Boom! Boom! This scared me to death. I thought someone was angry and dropped something. The rain brought lightning and thunder together again. Strong winds swirled around the dark clouds, and every household closed doors and windows for fear that rain would break into the house and wet the floor and furniture. When I walked to the terrace above, the rain was no longer a droplet or a filament. It is more like a mosquito net that surrounds us. At this time, the sound outside the house is like a naughty child playing the piano at will, making a rhythmic sound. It is also like a person venting his dissatisfaction and disgust with the world.

Later, the rain turned into filaments again. Then it became the first small raindrop. The rain finally stopped.

After the rain stopped, although I didn't see the rainbow, I swept away the dust in the air, took away the irritability in people's hearts and made people feel happy.

Composition on the topic of rain 9 Today, I recited a small ancient prose "Rain": Today, the sky is cloudy, the fog is getting thicker, and the drizzle is like silk. In the evening, the rain stopped, the wind blew away, and the bright moon rose.

It happened to rain cats and dogs at noon today. At first, the white clouds in the sky suddenly turned into dark clouds, and the dazzling sun in the sky could not be seen, and the surroundings suddenly became dark. All kinds of cars on the road are running desperately, and people are scrambling to get home. Then, the strong wind makes a loud noise, like sharp scissors, cutting off some fragile leaves of small trees. Like a pair of powerful hands, he lifted off many tiles on the roof. Then, the water drops fell like a broken pearl necklace.

The process of rain is beautiful. Thunder rumbled before it rained, making people afraid to go out. After the rain, looking out the window, you will see a rainbow, like a colorful bridge, which makes people have wonderful associations and want to go for a walk on the bridge. When you walk out of the house, you will see some potholes on the road, like a mirror. When you look down, you will see your own shadow. Naughty children stepped on it, and the water droplets jumped happily, as if accompanied by children's laughter.

The rain is more beautiful. The sound of raindrops is like a harmonious and rhythmic note, with a steady and passionate beat, as if playing a magnificent symphony. Each note has its own function, dedicating its talents to people and taking away happiness, sadness, freshness and filth.

Rain-it is really an elf in nature, as beautiful as described in ancient poems! Its arrival can always bring people infinite space for daydreaming and a yearning mystery.

This season's rain 10 composition on the topic, can not say what season, anyway, the weather is changeable! Let a person think impassability, let a person cannot understand.

Continuous rainy days have weighed on my restless heart, making me a little fidgety and sad.

Gray, this is all my description of the sky. Cold brush, this is my explanation of rainy weather. Holding an umbrella, I wandered over and over again in this seven-minute journey, which seemed to have some feelings: I was a little breathless under the pressure of intense and orderly courses. Let me be like an eternal superman, I can't give up easily, and I can't be depressed, because I carry not only my own expectations! It is also teachers, parents and classmates who encourage you to come on!

Sitting in the classroom, watching the messy rain outside the window, I heard the so-called esoteric Pythagorean theorem faintly. On the blackboard, the teacher's paintings were left with inexplicable symbols. I was puzzled, but a small flame lit from my heart was instantly extinguished by the heavy rain outside the window.

I have to say I hate rainy days. Maybe I don't know poetry. I don't have Dai Wangshu's tenderness and sadness, and I don't have the teenager with an oil-paper umbrella waiting for me, and I don't smell the fragrance like lilacs! I am just a student, an ordinary student who can no longer be ordinary. What I have to do every day is not to wander and write poems, and not to be sad about all kinds of things.

Walking on a rainy day, I wanted to find that hope, but I was disappointed. In fact, I can't find any beauty, but I feel soaked!

The rain gradually came to a close, looking at the gray sky, my thoughts drifted in every corner of the campus.

Composition on the topic of rain 1 1 There is no crazy lightning and thunder, and there is no harsh thunder, but the rain comes quietly without knowing it.

At first, I felt nothing. I only saw the sparse water drops on the ground, and I knew that Miss Yu had strolled. It began to rain heavily, like dense silk threads, obliquely. At this time, the rain is like a needle, like cow hair, hazy into a thin layer of fog.

Rain will wash away the new leaves that have just been sent out one by one, and the green leaves will drop down, making them more lovely, and the flowers will become more and more bright and beautiful, emitting charming fragrance. Reach out and let the rain drop on your palm. It is cool and refreshing, like dew on the earth, and the whole body seems to be immersed in moisture, which is very comfortable. Looking up, there are still countless raindrops flying in the air, curiously flying to the world.

Never open an umbrella, hundreds of millions of "flowers" have bloomed. Looking down from the upstairs, the umbrella is moving and turning, colorful and multifaceted. In this wonderful rain scene, the flowers are more beautiful, Yu Chunyu is singing, and the umbrella has become a beautiful picture.

It's getting dark and it's raining heavily. There is thunder in the sky, and the rain is like a torrent, like hail. The sky was dark, and only the continuous "snapping" sound of rain falling on the ground could be heard. On the road, on the street, there is water everywhere, and the heavy rain is performing mercilessly.

When it came, quietly, the rain stopped, and the night was as quiet as usual, with no sound. Everything is like a dream. Only when you can hear the "ticking" sound of the passing spring rain and see the water traces on the road will you believe it is true. I believe that a spring rain has really come.

What a beautiful rain! If there is an opportunity, I want to witness your existence again.

The topic of rain composition 12 It was an autumn rain and a cold. It seems that Grandpa Sun is playing hide-and-seek with us, hiding in the clouds. We haven't seen each other for days. Autumn rain swished down, and fine rain threads woven gray curtains between heaven and earth.

Rain, it is always accompanied by a cool breeze, and it is raining. It landed on the tree and made a "scratching" sound; It landed on the roof and made a "bar" sound; It landed on the glass window with a click. However, no matter where it falls, the depressing rhythm makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ginkgo orchard was hit by rain, from vibrant green to withered and old pale yellow, as if complaining about the ruthlessness of rain; The flowers on the tree hang down slowly because of the wind and rain, and the broken petals are scattered on the ground, which seems to blame the cruelty of the rain; The fruit on the pine tree was overturned by the rain in the river, scaring away all the small fish.

Some people walked by in twos and threes in the street. They are wearing heavy clothes and carrying big umbrellas. People walk as fast as possible, as if they want to escape the baptism of rain early. Even the sparrows flying in the sky and the wild cats running on the ground have slipped away without a trace at the moment.

It is still raining outside the window. I came to the balcony to collect clothes, but I was very angry with what I saw. The clothes that were originally hanging upright were blown in a mess by the autumn wind, and one of them fell to the ground and was covered with mud. Although other fragments were not blown to the ground, the naughty rain doll also came to join in the fun, wet and cold, very annoying.

Sitting in front of the windowsill, drinking citron tea soaked by my mother, listening to the sound of autumn rain outside the window, I thought: Winter is coming, is the pace of spring far from us?

From 03: 00 to dusk, the composition 13 on the topic of rain was empty, quite a lot and very big. It's a little dark. Sitting in my room, I looked at it and said, "The ancients said, kareem abdul-jabbar said," It's raining. It will rain or thunder. " After all, I went back to my room.

As I expected, I was lying in bed at the beginning of the fourth shift when I suddenly heard a loud noise. I was surprised and said, "Oh, there is a thunderstorm!" " "Get up, dress up and look. At this time, suddenly there was another thunder, which was deafening and shook the earth, but the light flashed into the sky. Although it was dark, this second turned into day, suddenly, it turned black again, and it was lightning and thunder. It's raining cats and dogs, and the sound of rain is swift, like a stone falling in the air, with great momentum, like stormy waves, Ma Benteng. I clapped my hands in shock and shouted, "What a big thunder! It's big enough. Oh, how spectacular! "

In proper language, I looked down and saw a scene, and I was shocked. Although it is still raining in the air, I can see a room far away, with a bright light shining slightly. The rain has passed the lamp, and the lamp is looming, like starlight, which is wonderful. Suddenly there were many lights, and the rain fell from the air more like a continuous fountain pen. When the wind blows, it will move with it. The light in the room is brighter than a thunderstorm. It's really beautiful. I exclaimed, "I have never seen such a scene in my life. This is the first time. This is unusual and rare. "

After a while, I said, "There was a huge thunder in the middle of the night, and the thunderstorm was like a horse. However, the view is picturesque and the weather is extremely rare. I only hate that I knew very little about Lei then, but today I see the wonder of Lei. "

Composition on the topic of rain 14 Spring rain moistens everything. Has an enviable magical charm. First, a breeze, with sincere wishes of spring, blew from the grass Buddha to the tender green buds of willow, and the tender buds of willow smiled. She knows that spring is coming. The spring breeze blew a wavy red flag to the national flag again, solemnly saying: emissary of spring, go and visit the crops quickly. The spring rain is on cloud nine, falling from the sky. First of all, the cool rain in Mao Mao looks foggy around, and the continuous spring rain looks crystal clear and charming. The grass bent down and greedily sucked the milk of Mother Earth. Spring rain is people's yearning and the key to a better life. Yu Xia, I said I'd come. People really walk in the street. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, flying sand and stones. The pouring rain suddenly fell from the sky, and people couldn't dodge. Some of them had wet hair and some of them had wet clothes. Small vendors and vendors in the street were in a hurry, carrying goods in their hands. At that time, the crowd was crowded and the traffic was blocked, but the police quickly cleared the traffic and people quickly hid under the eaves. After a while, the rain column with thick fingers became smaller and smaller. Finally, after the rain cleared up, people began to live a normal life again. The sky after the rain, the air is full of the fragrance of soil and trees. The room is full of water droplets. If you accidentally fall into your neck, no matter how comfortable it is, it will be cold.

Autumn rain is windy and bright. A gust of autumn wind rolled up the yellow buttonwood, like a yellow butterfly spinning in the air, and the autumn rain also fell. As a result, bleak autumn began, and colorful rainbows hung on the horizon, showing unique charm.

Winter rain, often with a slight snowflake, is bitterly cold. Wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, around the fire, the coolness is still there.

Ah! How wonderful the rain is all year round and how wonderful nature is.

Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it dives into the night with the wind and moistens things silently. Rain is a craftsman and musician of nature. The opening remarks of the rain are always a bit boring and dark as ink. Perhaps it is uneven, and the dark clouds in the sky are deep and shallow. A spark, like a sword, pierced the black bag full of rain, perhaps because of the size of the hole. At first, it rained lightly and lightly, which seemed to be the first chapter of the performance. Raindrops tinkle like chopsticks on a cup, while muffled thunder in the sky is as long and dreary as drums.

Gradually, the concert came to a climax and the raindrops became bigger. Raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky and hit the window like whips. Raindrops beat on the eaves like brass cymbals; Raindrops tinkle in the water like xylophone; Thunder is also loud, like the beating of a big gong, one is higher than the other. These music are superimposed together to form the unique music of nature. The city is immersed in this music. Between heaven and earth, the sound of rain seems to drown out the noise of the city.

The sound of falling rain has covered the earth with a mist, and the scenery in the distance is still blurred. There are ripples in the water, like dimples, trees swaying in the wind, and there is really a feeling that grass is bathed in rain. The rain hits the grass and falls apart like broken glass. The rain gradually began to subside, and the music came to an end. The sun shone through the cracks in the clouds and covered them with a layer of gold. The condensed water drops on the grass are crystal clear, even a little dazzling by the sun. A drop of water slipped and gave a ding sound, which brought a happy ending to the music.