thunderstorm

One afternoon, the weather was very boring, there was no wind, and the treetops did not move. People seemed to walk into a room without windows. The sky is overcast, like a sad face, covered with clouds. After a while, I saw the swallows flying low, the ants moving, and we screamed irritably, and I was screaming and screaming, "I know what I know," and I know that it will rain. In a short while, the wind blew, and it grabbed the dust and sand and threw it into the air. It hugged each tree and shook it. The small tree bent over the waist, and the big tree also hurt. "Wow," he called. An electric light broke through the black sky, like a sword, and split the sky into two halves. Ray, like a fierce giant, roars in the sky.

I hurried home, and in a short while, it rained heavily. The thick raindrops hit the roof, splashing a small splash of water, like a thin layer of smoke, shrouded on the roof. People hold an umbrella, like a blossoming umbrella.

The rain stopped, and the earth seemed to have taken a shower, and it became clean. The grass and trees were greener and the flowers were more beautiful. Looking up, a beautiful rainbow straddles the air, as if a bright and long colorful arch bridge has been set up in the sky.

After the rain, the outside air is fresher.

Second grade: Romandy