Summer rain

Summer rain is always so urgent. Not like the rain of the early spring, ticking, full of life; not like the rain after the fall, smashing, so poetic; not like the snow in the winter, gently, dancing in the air, and then secluded. Summer rain, screaming, always so anxious, full of passion and vitality.

"Booming - rumbling -" Lei Bobo knocked on the snare, and a flash of lightning cut through the sky. At this time, the rain mother-in-law sold her off, and she refused to show up. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed over and the shaved tree was crumbling, almost unable to hold. "Hey! La la la!" The wind blows the leaves and screams. But the big tree, still standing, is fighting the unyielding struggle with this crazy wind.

After a while, the wind seemed to be getting smaller. I just left the house. "Oh--" Several thunder bombs scared me back, and I was so shocked that I didn't dare to move. At this time, Lei Bobo was gentle again and did not say anything. I tried the door and tried to find it. Lei Bobo did not lose his temper, so he ventured out with great courage.

Looking into the distance, I found that the moon sister was hiding in the arms of the cloud brother, and the star sister could not find it. It’s a cold night, it’s not a matter of coming home. However, before I even had time to turn around, a few raindrops licked my head and covered my face. At this moment, the sky flashed, and then the thunder was overwhelming, and the rain blew and slammed again.

A few big raindrops fell and made a "squeaky" sound. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it merges into a stream of trickles. The raindrops pick up a blossoming flower. The rain brother jumped naughtyly, banging on the umbrella, glass and other instruments that could make a sound, giggling. The lightning aunt writhed his body and flashed in the sky; Lei Bobo beat his own drum and rumbling in the sky to cheer for the rain brother.

It rained for nearly ten minutes, but the younger brother of the rain still ran on the streets and lanes tirelessly. Under the eaves, the raindrops were like broken beads, and they fell down. The raindrops fell on the grass, small The grass was comfortably taken a bath; the raindrops fell on the roots of the tree, and it oozes into the ground, and the roots drank enough; the raindrops fell on the lotus leaf, and he lay on the lotus leaf, playing on it, playing. . . . . . The quiet voice of the younger brother of the rain spread the streets. However, the lightning aunt asked him to go back, the rain brother did not want to, the lightning aunt was angry, his eyes blinked and flashed in the sky. Lei Bobo also knocked on his snare, and the younger brother had to go back. The younger brother of the rain had to reluctantly leave.

The rain gradually became smaller, and the younger brother of the rain left. However, he gave the grass a crystal, gave the flowers a string of pearls, gave the lotus leaves a pearl, and gave people a beautiful memory. . . . . .

Commentary: Grasping the changing characteristics of the summer rain, using anthropomorphic techniques to outline a summer rain scroll that is intertwined with lightning.