1. How to write the composition "It's raining"
Tonight, it rained heavily.
After eating, my mother and I discussed going outside for a walk. It was darker than usual outside. As soon as I went out, I felt something strange in the sky: the sky in the west was flickering, as if a person was holding a flashlight and turning it on and off. It looked particularly eye-catching against the darkness. . My mother guessed: "Maybe it's laser?" I asked back: "Where are the lasers in one piece? I guess it's going to rain." Maybe God is eager to confirm my words, maybe my "prophecy" has come true Really, after walking less than thirty meters, the "rustling" raindrops arrived. We had no choice but to quicken our pace and hurried home. On the way, I saw several bicycles blown over by strong winds.
After entering the house, I hurried to the study. Before I could turn on the light, an "extraterrestrial visitor" stuck to my face with a "pop" sound. I screamed and turned on the light, only to see that my mother's keyboard cover had been blown off because of the strong wind. Just take a step, ah! I was framed again by the "hidden weapon" mouse pad that blew down.
After closing the window, I took a good look at the rain. This rain was really unusual. Raindrops as big as beans fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Did the Queen Mother’s pearl necklace break? At this time, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky with a "swish". I took a peek, and I didn't expect that the sky was purple, but it scared me a lot!
The rain has been falling for a long time, and it hasn’t stopped even after I finished writing my weekly diary. I'm going to take a shower. Goodbye.
2. How to write a composition about rain
Tick-tock, tick-tock..." The little raindrop came, it came to play in the world, and brought its beloved little drum with it. Keep hitting the cheerful notes "tick tock, tick tock..."
The little raindrops came, and they brought joy with them. They sprinkled the raindrops on the grass that had just emerged from the ground, and the grass was greedy. The ground sucked the sparkling dewdrops, and the grass suddenly spread out its small green leaves, which were soft to the touch and smelled of a faint fragrance. "This is the result of the light raindrops!" "Thank you, don't praise me, I'm embarrassed by your praise!" "Xiao Yudian looked happy, and obviously wanted to do more good things. He beat the snare drum again and came to take sister Hua'er. Sister Hua'er dressed up with Xiao Yudian on her back. She used to have that withered and yellow face in winter. Now she is as cute as a little girl, as bright and beautiful as the rainbow after the rain.
The little raindrop came to Grandpa Big Tree again, and said politely to Grandpa Big Tree: "Uncle, Grandpa. Thirsty? "Who are you?" "Hey - Grandpa Dashu, I am Xiaoyudidian!" You don’t even know me! "Oh - it's a raindrop doll!" You naughty boy, why do you have time to come here today? "The weather is nice today. Let me play." "By the way, you knocked over Aunt Bird's nest last time and didn't have time to apologize. Go and apologize to Aunt Bird now!" "Okay, I'll go now." "Xiao Yudidian knocked on Aunt Bird's door and said to Aunt Bird: "Aunt Bird, I'm sorry for knocking over your nest. Can you forgive me? "Good boy, just know that you are wrong. I won't blame you." "Xiao Yudian left Aunt Bird's house happily.
The rain stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky. Where is Xiao Yudian? He went home with his beloved snare drum. Another article: Spring is coming , a grass grew unconsciously, and he saw a duckling and a small fish playing tricks, chasing the small fish around; the bird was busy building a nest, and he saw the rain in the sky below. The friends who were having fun playing games and busy working also wanted to go down, so they said to themselves: "It would be great if I could go down and play!" "
Brother Feng heard his confession and said to Yu: "I will help you! "After saying that, he blew hard, and the clouds were blown away, and the rain fell naturally. But the little fish was frightened by him and hid in the water, the duckling ran into the grass, and the bird flew into the newly built bird's nest. , only Xiaocao stood up straight.
Yu asked Xiaocao: "Why don't they play with me? Xiaocao said: "Ask them!" Xiaoyu said in a panic: "You, you scared me!" The little duck said angrily: "If you come down suddenly, I will catch a cold!" The little bird said sadly: "You have wetted my feathers and made it impossible for me to fly."
Xiaoyu said angrily: "You, you are so hateful!" I have come all the way here, but you treat me like this. I want you to suffer! "
As he said that, the light rain gathered into a heavy rain. Brother Feng also felt that Xiao Yu was so pitiful! So a level 5 wind blew, and the bird's nest was almost destroyed, and the grass was almost blown away. The little fish was about to be washed away by the stream. At the critical moment, Xiaocao said to Brother Feng: "Don't hurt more people for personal grudges! After hearing this, Yu felt very ashamed and said to them, "I'm sorry!" Seeing that Xiao Yu knew his mistakes and could correct them, the little fish, ducks and birds said to Yu, "It's okay to play, but you should be gentler!" Xiaoyu said happily: "No problem!" "So the heavy rain turned into a gentle drizzle, and they started playing.
When interacting with friends, you must be attentive and understand and respect each other. 3. A 600-word essay on walking in the rain
"Walking in the Rain"
For many years, I didn't know why I developed a habit. I like the arrival of the rainy season, I like to watch the rain fall, and the rain hits the eaves. Walking in the rain, I like the unique and sad poetry. Walking silently in the rain, let the long-lost rain wet all my clothes and luggage, and all my moods and memories, that kind of soft romance. The poetry of the rain, the feeling of being far away but close at hand, the unique and somewhat inexplicable sadness suddenly came to my heart, reminding me of a very famous Song poem by the famous Southern Song poet Jiang Jie's poem "Poppy - Listening to the Rain": "The young man is listening to Yu's song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way, every moment until dawn. "The whole poem is full of rain, drenching a person's whole life, but it is full of endless feelings of life experience, joys and sorrows, the impermanence of the world, the unpredictable and wandering fate, leaving a person burdened with endless sadness and confusion. Many times, when I read this poem, I am always moved by its meaning and artistic conception. I don’t know whether I feel the same thing after thousands of years, or whether I am in it.
In this life, it is really difficult to explain myself clearly. How will your destiny change in the future? How will it not change according to your own wishes? Maybe it was once brilliant and prosperous, maybe it was once young and proud, maybe it was once very persistent, whether it was your career or your love, maybe it was Our own marriage and everything will quietly undergo unpredictable changes with the changes in the world. Whether it is success or loss in officialdom, whether our love and marriage are happy or sad, we cannot predict it. The world will change in the future.
Even if we are lost, even if we are sad, even if we are unforgettable, even if we suffer a lifetime of pain, even if we lose everything, in the end, what we have left is ourselves and what we have. There is not much youth left. There is still a long way to go in the future. We have sacrificed too much of our youth and years for many things. Now those years will be gone with the wind and will never come back. Over the years we have How much of the happiness we can get and possess is truly in our hands. In order to survive, we have lost too many things about ourselves. Now suddenly, when we reach middle age, we are no longer young and youthful. Walking through the frosty and dew-laden Banqiao in the past, walking through the Jiuqu Tianya that turns a thousand times and locking the ocean with fog, and arriving at the rainy dusk in this life, what we can really hear are the deep feelings deep in our hearts and souls. The love that has been hidden for a long time is deep and has no regrets.
"For love, the dream will float through many ups and downs." No matter the joys and sorrows in the world, we will always keep the joys and sorrows in our hearts. Between the two sides, there is no regrets and deep love! No one can feel the long-lasting affection and bitter yellowing memories in our hearts. Only the one that floats in the air and in our hearts has been waiting for a lifetime. Rain can allow us to truly find ourselves and our position, and only we can feel our own existence and the undying life and death! "The heavy rain falls on the swallows, and the white waves surge into the sky." Whether it is sad or painful, Well, no matter how rare the happiness is, no one can replace or echo this kind of roaring and majestic rain coming from the depths of our souls. 4. How to write the composition "After the Rain"
Tick Tock— - Tick - Gradually, the crazy rain stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed. When I saw the first beam of sunshine shining on the earth, I decided to go outside and take a look. view.
Ah! After the rain outside, the cool wind blew over my ears, so refreshing and harmonious. As I walked in the alley outside the door, raindrops kept dripping from the roofs on both sides, and several drops fell on me. But this did not break my interest, but brought me a sense of coolness. Walking onto the street, the trees on the roadside became even greener after being washed by the rain. The leaves of the pine tree that had stood for more than ten years were originally very dark, but now they were stained with water. When the sunlight hit them, they sparkled a little, and they were immediately full of youthful vitality. When we came to the lotus pond, the pond was full of lotus flowers. I saw the lotus leaves in the pool crowded together, swaying back and forth when the breeze blew, as if they were whispering. Against the background of the green leaves, the lotus flowers are flourishing and vigorous. In addition, it has just rained, and in the hazy mist, the lotus flowers look like clusters of red clouds and colorful clouds from a distance. When I came to the park and saw the artificial lake, I suddenly became interested in boating. The boat was sailing on the lake. Nearby, the lake is sparkling, and from time to time you can see a few small fish holding swimming competitions; in the distance, in the haze after the rain, the flowers, plants and trees in the park are so beautiful, plus a few beautiful birdsong, how can it be Isn’t it refreshing? Really 5. How to write an essay about rain
An essay about rain: rain
"It's so annoying!" I raised my head while wandering through the boring Geometry Olympiad questions, and inadvertently noticed from the corners of my eyes Whisking past the window. Huh? Wasn’t the sky clear just now? Why did the clouds gather in the blink of an eye? Who provoked the crying sister Yunduo again?
Yawn, alas, I’m a little tired. It’s not bad to appreciate the masterpieces of nature. After all, it’s free!
Lying on the balcony and looking up at the sky, the dark clouds gathered together, and the lightning that made the gray sky suddenly look like daylight was like a conductor of music, giving a sudden wave of command. Bang, the rain started to fall, like a bead that had fallen off a chain, or like a faucet that had been turned on. It was dense and urgent, "crashing, ticking, ticking..." and kept playing the prelude of the movement. The sky seemed to be getting gloomier, and the pair of naughty old naughty boys, the Thunder God and the Lightning Girl, also came to play and play accompaniment from time to time.
Suddenly, it seemed that the music paused for a second, and *** finally came. The rain fell more fiercely, and the sound of "crackling" kept hitting everyone's eardrums. "Rumble", the thunder roared more powerfully, and the sky suddenly flashed with white light... That sound, that scene, that momentum, It has the tendency to never stop until it devours everything on the ground. Suddenly, you feel like you have become a part of the world, wandering in the majestic sounds, lingering in the spectacular scenery, with overbearing addiction, you have long been inseparable from this miraculous picture.
The rain stopped without warning. Like a pedestrian coming and going in a hurry. Only the green leaves outside the window and the clean, wet ground told people that the summer rain just now was not an illusory dream. Take a few deep breaths of the fresh air after the rain. Suddenly, my mind was no longer gloomy, as if it had been washed away by the rain and became clear. Ah, wouldn’t the geometry problem be solved by adding a few auxiliary lines? After finishing it in a hurry, I took a deep breath of the air after the rain. Well, it was so fresh. 6. How to write an essay in the rain
On Saturday evening, the sky was overcast, with drizzle falling from time to time. Several barn swallows were playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a large truck roared past. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I knew something unfortunate had happened...
When I opened my eyes, I saw a dying barn swallow lying alone in the middle of the road. The white feathers on its chest were stained red with blood, and its head was weak. The ground hangs down. At this moment, another smaller barn swallow flew from the distance and slowly approached the dead barn swallow. The little barn swallow has been waiting there, and even called to the dead barn swallow: "Don't sleep on the road, you will catch a cold." However, the barn swallow still did not get up. The little barn swallow gradually realized that her companion was dead, so the little barn swallow woke up from her dream and shouted with all her strength: "Wake up quickly, you can't die, I'm still waiting for you to play with me..." Xiaoyanzi called her companions sincerely, but of course it was all in vain.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the little barn swallow stretched out its wings to protect her companions from the rain. Although heavy raindrops hit her wings, making her unable to hold up, she still opened her wings strong. But the dead barn swallow still didn't wake up.
The little swallow was anxious and wanted to hold the dead barn swallow back into its nest. It tried four or five times in a row without success.
Little Yanzi was desperate, with sadness and reluctance in her eyes. She knew her companion was dead and there was nothing she could do. She reluctantly glanced at her companion for the last time, then flew away with three steps.
Suddenly, a drop of wet stuff flowed out of my eyes and flowed to the corner of my mouth. I know, those are my tears. 7. Write an essay based on "Walking on a Rainy Night"
A rainy night.
Alone. The boundless loneliness enveloped my heart, causing a hint of sadness with no one to talk to.
I stood in front of the window, staring blankly at the deserted street... on a rainy night. Alone.
The boundless loneliness enveloped my heart, eliciting a hint of sadness with no one to talk to. I stood in front of the window, staring blankly at the deserted street.
It was pitch black all around, with only one streetlight standing proudly. The slightly red light illuminated a corner of the darkness.
The raindrops falling in front of the street lamp also appear crystal clear and beautiful because of the light. Everything is so quiet and beautiful.
My thoughts are blurred in this vast rainy night... It is also such a rainy night, and it is also such a piece of light. My parents were not at home, and I didn't want to do my homework. I just stood in front of the window and looked at the rain outside the window.
The rain was not heavy, but a steady patter. The sound of rain that had been almost covered up was particularly clear in the quiet night. A hurried figure was about to disappear at the end of the street when a bicycle rushed out at the corner. Maybe he didn't notice the light in the upper corner.
Not yet had time to recover. He was knocked to the ground heavily.
My heart also tightened, and I stared at him nervously. The cyclist also looked confused. He obviously didn't expect that a person would happen to pass by late at night, but he immediately reacted, helped the passerby up from the wet ground, and apologized repeatedly.
Something was running down his cheek, whether it was rain or sweat. Nervousness and uneasiness appeared on his face.
Seeing his funny expression, I couldn't help but feel a hint of ridicule in my heart: He can leave completely, and the man is not injured. What if he is a difficult person. So, with a bit of a theatrical mentality, I continued to watch.
With his help, the passerby slowly stood up. Through the rustling rain, I couldn't hear clearly what they said. I could only vaguely see passers-by waving their hands and leaving. Maybe it was nothing serious and they didn't want to get entangled in the late night rain.
Looking at this waving action through the hazy rain, I chuckled. This is beyond my expectation, but it is reasonable.
However, at this moment, he stopped the passerby and insisted on taking him to the hospital or to change his clothes. The passerby refused. Maybe he really didn’t dare to go to a stranger’s house late at night.
He still persisted, looking at the embarrassed passers-by, but suddenly thought of something and ran home. In the light from the upper corner, there was a hint of disappointment in my eyes. I thought he was a good person.
Soon, he rushed out again, with a pair of clean clothes in his hand, but the passerby was no longer there. Through the dim street light, I could clearly see the faint trace of loss and guilt on his face, and he turned around in despair.
Soon, he was riding his bike again, driving away into the distance. I watched all this quietly, leaning against the wall, silent.
Maybe, my mentality was wrong from the beginning. I imagined everything too darkly and failed to see his beauty. In fact, he is the most beautiful, isn't he? Who can be like him in the middle of the night? Most of them have left.
The rain is still falling, and the dim street lights are still on. I still leaned against the window and watched quietly.
The light only illuminated a small area. It was not bright, but it just reflected the glistening raindrops. In the boundless darkness, it looks particularly beautiful.
On that rainy night, I remembered him. Although I had never met him, he was like the raindrops, passing by in my life, but leaving eternal beauty and teaching me responsibility. Show me the beauty of humanity. He is the most beautiful.
8. An essay about rain
Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building.
But the tiled house is different. The raindrops tinkling on it immediately make a pleasant sound. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain.
When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes loud and enthusiastic. As the rain slows down, the sounds also weaken, flowing gently into your heart. They play dutifully, and endless affection fills the hearts of those who listen to the rain.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the passionate poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty".
Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes. There is a poem that goes: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dim the tent.
The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the years. Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building.
But the tiled house is different. The raindrops tinkling on it immediately make a pleasant sound. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain.
When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes loud and enthusiastic. As the rain slows down, the sounds also weaken, flowing gently into your heart. They play dutifully, and endless affection fills the hearts of those who listen to the rain.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the passionate poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty".
Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes. There is a poem that goes: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dim the tent.
The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time. What the sound of rain hits, apart from the echoes of the years, is also the unbearable regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed.
It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain in this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue. The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat... I like wind. The warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north both make me full of emotions, sentimental and romantic! However, I prefer rain. The wandering heavy rain with lightning and thunder in the south and the pattering autumn rain in the north both make me sad and lingering, so my online name is Wind and Rain Beauty! I like rain, as pure as water, as misty as clouds, and as hazy as fog.
I also like to walk alone on the street in the drizzle at dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I also like the feeling of the rain falling quietly on my body, it is very gentle. His touch was like a pair of hands gently protecting me. I like the rain in autumn, especially the beautiful moment when the raindrops splash on the ground and burst into a spray of water.
It seems that the songs about rain all have sad stories, and I listened to the sound of rain on this rainy night and experienced every story about rain.
There are very few pedestrians on the fresh streets, which are very clean and quiet. The trees on the street have been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain. The leaves are falling from the branches one by one, and there is a bit of tranquility and deepness in the air.
The autumn mood stirs the heartstrings, the autumn wind disturbs the thoughts, the autumn moon brings forth emotions, the autumn rain is lingering, and the autumn leaves are beautiful and beautiful. I like to sit alone in front of the window on rainy days, meditate quietly, and feel silently... The patter of rain outside the window is like drops of tears in my heart. I quietly listen to the sound of rain, and feel happy in my heart. What arose was an inexplicable melancholy.
The tears shed into the sea of ????heart are long and lingering, mixed with a bit of melancholy and revealing a bit of helplessness. The rain is the sad tears of the clouds. The heart is always lonely and lonely when the clouds are thick. Crying, there are bursts of heart rain falling deep in my heart. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains.
Rain has a kind of magic: it can diffuse into a mood, soak into an atmosphere, and engrave into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can turn into a disaster.
Breaking up always happens on a rainy day, why must it happen on a rainy day? The rain is cool when it falls, the rain is gray and cold when it rains, and the rain is sad when it falls. I don’t know since when, I have been addicted to my own world on the Internet and do not want to communicate with others.
I like to stay quietly in the noisy chat room, I like to be surrounded by strange names, and no one cares about my loneliness. And I was just a dazed shadow, lingering in this familiar chat room, letting the years pass by and fall into my indifferent eyes.
I like the night, I like to write my mood online at night, so lonely, it is completely my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, I like to write some sad words, and I like to understand a person through words.
I like to listen to my heart and feel inspired by the collision of connected souls. When my soul faced me silently, I finally realized how unenviable an indifferent and leisurely life could be without all the constraints of the world.
Not being bothered by the worldly world, not striving for wealth and fame, it adds elegance to the taste of life. That "free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as fine as sorrow." The delicate beauty that cannot be compared to the fireworks of the world, the transcendent elegance of enjoying life and being a close friend of nature.
Once upon a time, I always thought that it would be safe if I settled my heart in the world of love I created, without entering or exiting. From now on, I no longer expect to touch the wonderful world of the Internet, and neither No one will be disturbed, and no one will be hurt. I sow and reap indifferently; whether it is intentional or not, it seems to have become a far-fetched idea. In my heart, it is like a station on a long and distant road. An end of life, a piece of pure land deep in the soul; this is not something artificial, just a heart of sincere desire. A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the mortal world, and relatively noble and refined.
There is nothing wrong in the world, so why bother yourself? Let your mood go and gain a sense of tranquility, peace and freedom. The rain washes away the glitz of people's hearts, clears the chaos of the world, and calms people's moods.
Sometimes, it’s raining outside but it’s sunny inside; sometimes, it’s sunny outside but it’s raining inside. Many things in the world are in contrast. 9. How to write an essay of no less than 400 words on the topic of rain
Heavy rain is coming. On a sultry afternoon, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and it seems that a heavy rain is about to fall.
Sure enough, not long after, dark clouds swallowed up the entire sky. The rain fell in fluttering directions, first with a few "tick-tick-tick" drops, and then turned into a "whispering" storm.
I saw that it was raining heavily, so I went back to the room and closed the window. At this time, I looked out the window and the small park behind the building became a sea of ??joy.
The trees in the park were blown down by the wind, like a child who had done something wrong. The wind blew through the branches and made a "rustling" sound, as if the trees were accompanying the song "Rain", and the grass on the ground danced cheerfully to "Rain".
Some of them swayed from side to side, some stretched their arms, some bent down and bowed their heads, some nodded and smiled... The rain came and went as soon as it came, and after the storm, the park returned to its gray state. The original quietness. The wind seemed to be impressed by the indomitable spirit of the grasses - and ran away quietly.
The grass straightened its chest and stood up confidently; the tree also straightened its waist, but the leaves were pierced with crystal clear tears. It was crying sadly, complaining that it couldn't be friends with Feng'er, and that it was quarreling with Feng'er and always came and went without a trace. The rain comes and goes in a hurry. I have no time to appreciate it properly. 10. How to write the essay "It's raining heavily"
It's raining heavily Today, when I came back from dinner at my grandma's house, I found it was raining as soon as I went out.
I shouted loudly: "Mom, take an umbrella, it's raining!" Mom took one umbrella, and I asked her to take two. Grandpa said: "You don't take the umbrella with you every time." Come back." So, my mother and I held an umbrella.
When we had only walked a short distance, it started to rain heavily. The rain seemed to be heavier than Doudou.
Wow, wow, I hugged my mother tightly. Suddenly, my mother's bag fell outside. I thought: "Mom has a mobile phone in her bag. It would be terrible if the mobile phone got damaged in the rain."
I stretched out one hand and hugged the bag, while the other hand still hugged my mother's waist. . I walked and walked, thinking: "If this continues, I will definitely get wet in the rain."
When I saw the eaves under the house, I had an idea and came up with a plan. Tell my mother: "Go to the right, I will walk under the eaves."
My mother sent me under the eaves, and I jumped up and down. After only walking a few steps, I saw a road crossing in front of me. I couldn't cross it, so my mother came to my side and used an umbrella to protect me across the road.
I walked under the eaves on the other side and stood there. My mother came over and asked me if I wanted to take shelter from the rain first. I said, if you have a car, don’t use it. If you don’t have a car, just take shelter from the rain first.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. I found that the rainwater hitting the slope gathered together and flowed downward. It seemed to me that many small raindrops turned into a river.
The house became an island. I stood in the middle of the island, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, a car drove over. I felt that the car was like a boat and became our rescuer. My mother and I got in the car, and I stared at the window, trying to see what was going on outside.
Is the rain getting heavier or lighter? We got out of the car and happened to be in a big shed. I shouted, there was no rain in the big shed, there was no rain in the big shed. My mother got out of the car, and I asked my mother to give me an umbrella, and ran from this shed to another shed. I rushed over so fast that I only heard the sound of a drop of rain falling.
My mother and I were walking on the way home. The rain became lighter, and it suddenly changed from heavy raindrops to drizzle. Ah, rain has its advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the flowers, plants and trees all drink the sweet rainwater. The disadvantage is that everyone has to hold an umbrella, which is too troublesome.