Summer rain

Summer rain

Summer weather, like a child who just turned old, wants to cry and cries, laughs when you want to laugh, and changes your face. This is not, just a clear sky, now it is dark clouds, dark and dark, like a gray cloth covering the earth, everything becomes dim. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the branches were blown left and right, creaking. The spider on the tree hangs down and the first-class smoke escapes. The spider web is also blown away. I know that I stopped singing.

Suddenly, the thunder was flowing, and the lightning suddenly broke through the sky, like a silver snake. The rainstorm is coming. On the street, the pedestrians are rushing and panicking, and they are rushing home.

Suddenly, the thunder burst, like a landslide, as if to open the earth. When it was time, the raindrops of the size of broad beans fell from the sky, landed on the ground, and immediately wet a large piece. The wind and the raindrops of the beans are like countless whip, slamming the earth. The rain is getting bigger and more urgent, and the world is white and white. It is impossible to tell whether the sky is the earth. The raindrops pull out a huge bead curtain between the heavens and the earth, which is crystal clear and translucent.

The raindrops lingered on the leaves and creaked; the raindrops hit the glass windows and slammed; the raindrops fell on the roof, and a cloud of smoke creaked; the rain fell to the ground, and the earth seemed to open. Laughing dimples. Made up a summer song. After a while, the rain merged into a stream on the street, and the raindrops jumped in and splashed a beautiful white lotus flower. People are hiding in the house, looking at the rain, laughing and laughing, not coming out.

After a while, the weather was fine and everything was calm. The air seems to be filtered, and it looks extraordinarily fresh. People went out to breathe the fresh air, the children were playing and chasing, and the joyful shouts shook the drops of water on the leaves. Knowing that he also opened his mouth and sang a beautiful song, the spider also returned to the tree. Although there is no beautiful rainbow in the sky, I still like this rain!