Chicken after the rain

This afternoon, after the preparatory class, the dark clouds covered the sky. No one knows which gods overturned the ink, and the sky suddenly darkened.

The sound of "Booming Rumble" was loud and the sky was darker. Suddenly, the heavy rain poured down, it was really white rain jumping into the earth. I thought to myself: How big is the rain, how can I go home? I am anxious to turn like an ant on a hot pot.

At the end of the day, when the rain was big and small, my heart was much smoother. Suddenly, God didn’t know who was crying and cried. God! How is this going? My heart is burning. With the land continued, I had to go home with the rain. Along the way I became a chicken soup...

Hey! It’s really not the time under the rain. I don't want to be a chicken!

Shandong Heze Peony District Second Complete Small Five-six Class 5th Grade: Zhang Wen