It's raining

It's raining

Rain is the elf of the world, and this is not a fake. With the rain, especially the summer rain, it is more like a savior. It saves the dry summer and brings you unlimited coolness. Are you saying that?

When the dark clouds cover the sun, when the breeze sweeps away the heat, when the sound of the thunder is symphonic, when the bright lightning flashes through the sky, when the thirsty plants open their arms. Can you refuse this summer gift, can you refuse this refreshing summer rain? The rain in summer is a fun rain, and the wind is like a shadow. The windy place does not necessarily have rain, but there is a cool breeze in the place where there is rain, which is brought to people to enjoy. Look at it quietly, see that the plant is soft and stretched, and the pedestrian's clothes are gently fluttering, reflecting the dark clouds of black, so quiet and moist! At this time, who will not run? Who is not busy enjoying the wind and enjoying the rare feeling of being refreshed. But more importantly, it came, they came, and thousands of it came. It’s true that people don’t come first, so the curtain is unveiled. How can it be hidden in the warm embrace of the dark clouds, long time unwilling to leave?

A drop of drizzle came, and it was so happy that it flew down. The ecstasy fell on any place where it might have fallen. In a short while, the surface of the town was solidly wrapped, as if it were everywhere. The cage, tight and faint, is like a huge eight-figure picture. It looks like nowhere to be seen. It is so vast and powerful, like a thousand troops. Hiding under the eaves, if you are in the rain. Accepting the baptism of the breeze, but not intimate contact with the elves it brings, ah! This clean and icy rain is rare, and it makes you cool. The plants also took a shower, the dusty leaves became bright and fresh, and the green oil also lifted the sparkling "Baozhu", which can only be used here.

However, the wind became more and more mad, and it was even more mad in this wonderful. This madness only allowed me to say goodbye to the intimate contact with the rain, and hid home and warmed up. The rain is also mad, the raindrops dance, the sky is free to fly, the raindrops are bigger, in the past it was enough to pass through the pores of the ancient coins, but now it is enough to wash the ancient coins. In a short while, the rain in the small courtyard also gathered. There was also a small bubble in the conference room. I avoided the raindrops that have not yet fallen. It is like a boat moving forward in distress. I can’t escape the bad luck, but I still don’t want my hope. . Even the drizzle that drooped down on the eaves turned into a waterfall that rushed down and poured water on the earth. It was spectacular!

The rain finally exhausted, stopped his performance, quietly swayed away the wind's roar, and the baptized land returned to a quiet, beautiful wind. Only the bamboo curtain exudes a burst of fragrance...

Comment: The text is fresh and smooth, showing the change of the scene after the rain before the rain.