1. Dark clouds, lightning and thunder, raging winds, and the heavy rain behind them roared like a horse tearing off the reins, making people feel thrilling and frightened. Dense and huge raindrops fell on the ground. After a while, the rainwater from various houses gathered in front of my house to form a small river running forward together, clustered together and looking very united.
2. It started to rain lightly in the sky, tick tick tick. It fell in the flower bed, on the grass, and on the window. I looked out the window, listening to the song of the rain, and closed my eyes slightly.
3. The drizzle fell quietly and silently, like the silver threads spit out by countless silkworm ladies. Thousands of filaments ripple in the air, and the long veil covers the dark fields.
4. Rain in spring is a note of joy, playing melodious music on the staff of the sky; rain in the bright sunshine is the imagination of the sky, running cheering on the earth with a ribbon Connect our hearts and look at the bright future through telescopes. In the rain, I was lost and drunk.
5. Before it rained, the clear sky suddenly turned into a big black curtain, covering the entire sky. Even the most dazzling sun disappeared without a trace, and the clouds in the sky It was getting lower and lower, and it was about to rain. The pedestrians on the road took shelter in time, and I was left alone walking on the street. I had to hide under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, hoping that the rain would stop soon.
6. The rain is getting heavier. On the roofs and on the streets, a layer of white rain and mist splashes, like a misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street, causing water splashes.
7. Dong Yu is more like a stingy rich man who always keeps the rain and does not want to let the earth accept the baptism of rain. Even when you are in an unhappy mood, it is just a drop of light rain, mixed with the cold wind of winter, hitting your body, making you feel biting and chilly, with an indescribable chill.
8. On a quiet night, when people were dreaming in bed, there was a sudden loud noise, and then they heard the sound of water dripping in front of the eaves. The rhythm of the dripping was like a lullaby. It kept going, getting louder and faster, and I seemed to be hypnotized, and then I fell asleep.
9. Several faint sounds of thunder came from the horizon. The clouds seemed to have heard the order, and they all gathered together, and then they gathered more and more, and soon they turned into black. Lightning and thunder gradually became more frequent. The lightnings became faster and faster, and the thunder became louder and louder.
10. In the early morning, the rain fell quietly, gently covering the earth with a layer of transparent gauze. At this time, as long as you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear the thin "rustling" sound. That is the sound of Miss Spring stepping on the leaves and walking towards us. The raindrops are her gifts to the earth.
11. The wind was blowing and the rain was falling. Looking closely, there is not even a soul on the street, and the white flowers are all covered with water, which is like a flowing river, with countless water splashes vying to bloom on it; from a distance, the buildings and trees are blurry.
12. Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the sky and landing safely on the ground. The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes. The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like filaments running towards the vegetation and walls. The rain sprinkled down, and crystal water droplets condensed on the leaves of various flowers and plants.
13. It’s raining, and the raindrops are beating on the glass window. Countless drops of water, large and small, immediately gathered on the outside windowpane.
14. Standing under the big banyan tree, the light raindrops floated down like fairy flowers, fell on the skirt of clothes, rolled into the neck, and felt cold and cold. The grass is lush and green, and there is a crystal drop of tears of joy on the tip of each bare leaf.
15. The houses in the distance are misty and filled with smoke, like mirages. The mountains are rolling up and down, vague and smoky, like a fairyland on earth. The patches of green are of different shades, like patches of hazy green ocean!
16. The sparkling spring rain is like a group of innocent dolls, gathering in the sky, playing down, babbling, jumping and jumping into the arms of Mother Earth.
17. The raindrops are like broken beads, falling one by one on the puddles formed by the rainwater. The spring rains have dyed the mountains green; the water has been dyed green, and the stone paths have been dyed green.
18. Rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft net that covers the entire autumn world. The sky is also dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs.
19. Gradually, the rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sun also showed its smiling face, and the earth became bright again. Opening the window, the fresh air rushed into my face, making my face feel cold.
20. The rain is the warmest in the rainy season of the year. When the spring rain falls, it is like thousands of thin silver threads, carrying the slight chill left over from winter and the good news of spring. It falls gently with a smile, washing away the traces left over from winter and ushering in spring. .
21. The hand of the rainy day holds your sleeve; the tenderness of the rainy day always chooses the wrong crowded time; the little finger of the rainy day stirs up my vain homesickness; the tail of the rainy day lets the sunset hold me Walk along.
22. There is light rain and rustling outside the window. Alas, it’s another rainy day. The entire small mountain village was shrouded in drizzle, as if it were a shy little girl hiding shyly in her mother's arms.
23. The wind is also accompanied by the rain, dancing in the air together. The wind is also like the rain, and for a while it is gentle like a little sheep, blowing on the body. That feeling cannot be made artificially; After a while, it didn't know what happened, it was as fierce as a popsicle, blowing on the body, cold and cold.
24. After a while, the rain stopped, and the grass washed by the rain became fresher and greener, looking like a huge sapphire from a distance. After a heavy rain, the air was so refreshing that it seemed to clean people's lungs. The road washed by heavy rain reflected the silver street lights, making it seem like a transparent crystal world.
25. The silky drizzle fell from the sky. The raindrops were so small and the rain curtains were so dense, covering the mountains with white gauze like cicada wings. The raindrops are very thin and continuous, like catkins floating in the sky in spring. Rain like mist, mist like rain, lingering incessantly.
26. The rain gradually increased, and dense masses jumped down from the continuous dark clouds in the sky, like the elves falling from the sky, dancing in the wetness paved by the previous small raindrops, In the midst of the joy, there was a clear sound of water droplets hitting the mud, which was clear but dense.
27. The rain gradually became heavier. I looked at the broken "pearl" on the window eaves, and couldn't help but open the window. The gentle spring breeze blew in my face, which immediately made me feel refreshed. Incomparable. A few raindrops fell on my cheeks, which were cool and comfortable, bringing with them a fresh earthy smell. I was instantly intoxicated by this natural wine.
28. Half an hour later, the rain became lighter, and the sun peeked out half of the dark clouds. After a few minutes, the rain stopped completely, all the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun It emits a dazzling light again. The air outside is exceptionally fresh, the houses and roads are washed clean, and the trees look ancient and green. The mountains in the distance have been washed away from the dust and become even more lush.
29. The sky washed by the autumn rain is as blue and clear as the sea. The white clouds are like a sailing boat, floating slowly on the water.
30. The rain outside the window was pattering. I lived in the corner of the classroom, letting the bacteria of loneliness breed and spread in my moist heart. The chemistry teacher seven meters in front of me was talking with flying eyes and saliva. His words passed through my ears like a strange fuse and could explode at any time.
31. The rain fell to the ground in a trickle, as if playing a pleasant little song, plucking my heartstrings. A drop of rain fell on my hand, as thin as a thread, which aroused my thoughts.
32. The most pleasant thing is Xia Yu. She was so sudden and so enthusiastic, washing her soul in the torrential rain, and the irritability and blockages in her chest were swept away.
33. Suddenly a gust of wind rolled up the curtains, and the sound of raindrops could be heard on the awning outside the window. A flash of lightning flashed, a loud crack of thunder, and a thunder exploded on the roof of the building. In an instant, Heavy rain fell from the sky. The wind carried the rain and drifted into the window diagonally, so I quickly closed the window. Through the glass window, enjoy the summer rain scene.
34. The rain is still falling slowly. In the hazy mist and rain, I seemed to see the beautiful figure of the girl in front of me again. However, I can never catch up.
35. On rainy days, raindrops fall from the sky, washing the world.
The sky was covered with dark clouds. It was originally so dark. After the raindrops washed away the clouds, the sky peeled off the clouds. Have you noticed that it became clear? And what about those raindrops? Full of tears, they sneaked back from some inconspicuous corner.
36. The raindrops fell on my head and body. I looked up, closed my eyes, and tasted the raindrops with my mouth open. Suddenly, I felt as if I was being watered by the drizzle again. Much longer.
37. Listening carefully, the noisy cars and chaotic footsteps gradually sounded, and the sound of jumping raindrops gradually became blurred with the complicated sounds. Not feeling sleepy, I put on my clothes and went to the small square in front of my house.
38. On rainy days, it is better to hide in a small building, hide in a shabby room, and meet with a few close friends, or drink tea and reminisce about the past, talk about talents, talk about the legends of heroes, and talk about the funny things of the world; or listen to silk strings in the rain. , in the Jiangnan style song, both big and small strings are meaningful.
39. Gradually, the rain became lighter and lighter, and finally stopped. The sun has risen, but the ground is still wet, and the rainwater on the tiles is still flowing down. The raindrops left on the stars and leaves sparkle like pearls under the sunlight.
40. The spring rain keeps falling, and the fine rain strands weave into a huge net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. The dark mountains in the distance and the pink mountains nearby. Peach blossoms, green poplar trees, and soft willow branches are all covered in this boundless net. This net is a gauze woven by the spring girl's skillful hands, covering the sky and the earth, and covering the mountains.
41. The sky was gray and very cold. The grass lowered its head and the branches were crooked. When I raised my head, I found dark clouds. Unexpectedly, it started raining quietly.
42. Rain has been used by poets to write sad poems, and every word and sentence reveals the sadness of rain. But who can truly understand Yu's true sadness?
43. With a sound of spring thunder, the precious oil-like spring rain also fell in patter. The mountains and fields were shrouded in gauze-like rain and mist, fresh, moist, and picturesquely beautiful.
44. The spring rain is like silk, light and thin, like a wet smoke, shapeless and silent, gently moisturizing the earth.
45. The noisy road also became quiet for this reason. On the wet road, only students after school were left holding umbrellas and walking in the rain, like small petals blooming in the rain. Occasionally, there are a few cars driving back and forth on the road. At this time, there was another scene outside the door.
46. Always on rainy days, I think about the couplets. Everything in the past is looming, always on rainy days, and the bitter mood is like the wet longing in the spring rain and breeze.
47. The rain from the sky floats one by one, like fine sand flying all over the sky; it brings hope to the green things on the earth, moistening the leaf tips, and also to the teal ducks in the river pond. Bring a sense of pleasure and discover the mystery.
48. Rain falls on the wires. The raindrops are just like the notes arranged neatly on the staff, like water droplets racing there, and like beads floating there. The heavier the rain, the more water droplets there are and the faster they fall.
49. Rain is common, and it lasts for three or two days at a time. But don't be upset, look, it's like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine threads, densely woven diagonally, and there's a thin layer of smoke covering the roof of the house.
50. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a pouring water, like a downpour. The heavy rain fell into the pond, and small dimples appeared in the pond. The heavy rain hit the leaves, washing the leaves girl's clothes spotlessly.
51. The mountains are covered with rain, so naughty. Looking from a distance, the continuous mountains are like dancing dragons, winning the heart of the water. Lingering and playing with endless tenderness. Surrounded by water, with green ribbons floating in the air, the rain loves to join in the fun. It comes unexpectedly and leaves unprepared.
52. The spring rain comes slowly and leaves slowly. I don't know how long it took before the rain stopped. As time passed, a bird flew across the sky and chirped, and I realized that the rain had stopped. However, the sky is still gray, the air is still humid and fresher than before, the earth still retains its gossamer, and you can still see water droplets slowly condensing and dripping from the leaves.
53. In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.
54. The wind passed, leaving only straight rain channels, falling wildly. I couldn’t see clearly one by one, just one piece and one burst. Countless arrows shot up from the ground, and the houses There are thousands of waterfalls falling up and down. Within a few minutes, the sky and the earth were inseparable. The river in the sky fell down, and the river on the ground flowed across it, turning into a world of water, dark and yellow, sometimes bright and white.
55. There had been a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. The autumn crops in the fields on both sides have been washed away by the rain, making the mountains and green waters sparkling, and the air is also filled with mist. Has a fresh and moist fragrance.
56. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
57. The rain is still falling, which nakedly conveys my sadness. I am sad, and the rain outside the window is also sad. Looking at the blurry city and cleaning the windows, there is still no clarity. Will my life be as confused as this city by the sadness of rain?
58. The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky really like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust. Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains.
59. The raindrops began to hit the stream, and the silver flowers bloomed, shining brightly, and pearls jumped up, making them dazzling; the raindrops fell on the ground, rolling up a puff of light smoke, and the ground It seems that smiling dimples have bloomed; the raindrops hitting the leaves make a beautiful sound, like an excellent pianist playing melodious tunes, which is very beautiful.
60. The showers came suddenly, like thousands of horses galloping; half of the mountain suddenly disappeared, leaving only the dense rain, densely hanging bead curtains on the lotus pond. In the shower, the boats collecting water chestnuts still swayed calmly. The people on the boat didn't even wear raincoats.
61. I like this kind of weather, a little rain, just enough that I don’t need an umbrella, just like this, like fog and rain, cool, with overcast weather and bursts of cool breeze. , very comfortable and refreshing.
62. The raindrops knocked gently on the windows, and the windows responded gently, colliding with each other and making rhythmic sounds. The crackling and crackling sounds sneaked into the ears.
63. Rain’s strange shape and clear heart are so pure and beautiful. Rain is the messenger of spring. When the rain comes, don’t open your umbrella to resist the rain. Don’t lock yourself in the house. Don’t rush to put on your raincoat or hat. Wouldn’t it be better to go into nature and embrace the rain? ?
64. Rain is the spirit of nature. It is as sentimental as humans. I love the murmur of spring rain, the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of summer rain, the sorrow and sadness of autumn rain, and the elegance and nobility of winter rain.
65. The rain from the sky floats one by one, like fine sand flying all over the sky; it brings hope to the green things on the earth, moistening the leaf tips, and also to the teal ducks in the river pond. It brings a sense of joy and explores the mystery of autumn.
66. Looking closer, there is not even a soul on the street. The white flowers are all water, and it has become a flowing river, with countless water splashes vying to bloom on it; looking from a distance, the buildings and trees It's all vague.
67. On rainy days, she is also a bad girl. Whenever she comes, it will always remind people of many unforgettable past events and those short-lived moments, like scenes from a movie in the mind. Playing back, there is a mix of joy and sadness. It's past, but you can't come back.
68. Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains. When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats. It’s really interesting to watch carefully the process of the raindrops turning into little hats!
69. The scenery in the rain curtain is also hazy, appearing and disappearing, seeming to be there and not at all. The wind blew, the rain curtain swayed, and the scene in the rain seemed to be erratic.
70. In the morning, I got up early in the morning. The sky was still gloomy, which was completely unexpected. Gray clouds passed by in large swaths, and the sky was pressed so low that you could almost touch it. The clear crashing sound of raindrops followed, followed by the sound of breaking like jade beads.
71. The dark clouds in the sky are dancing, and they can no longer hold back the feeling of being released. People on the ground are greeted by a darkening, gloomy and depressing sky. On cloudy days, there is always a feeling of loss. The mood also sank. A cloudy day is a good time for people to think quietly. A cloudy day always indicates that it is going to rain. After a while, the rain fell from the sky, breaking the dullness.
72. The summer rain, under the billowing curtain of dark clouds, unfurls the long-sustained knots and rumbles of thunder. Driven by the strong wind, the rain is miserable, like weeping. Complaints, everywhere in the countryside, overwhelming vents.
73. When the rain falls again, time has passed a year, and you and I have become strangers. Looking at the non-stop rain outside the window, I think of the old me and the past. You are so familiar yet so out of reach.
74. I opened the window a small crack, and immediately a stream of rain came in, jumping into the house with the cool breeze, and fell on my face and body, feeling as cold as ice. I want to go to the summer vacation. The wind rippled the curtains, changing the air in the room, making it fresh and pleasant. It swept away my sleepiness, and I began to watch the rain seriously.
75. The heavy rain is like a child’s face that cries when it’s time to cry and laughs when it’s time to laugh. The rain stopped immediately, the air was exceptionally fresh, the leaves became even greener, and a rainbow appeared in the blue sky in the distance, like a giant arched bridge spanning the sky.
76. The rain hit the ground, and the splashing water looked like naughty children, and disappeared without a trace. But the stars on the side greedily sucked the rainwater to moisten themselves.
77. Some people like sunny days, watching the bright sunshine shining on the earth, and greedily enjoying the tenderness brought by the sun; some people like snowy days, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky, flying. The dance is so charming. But I prefer rainy days. Although it is not as warm as sunny days, nor as graceful as falling snowflakes, it has its own unique beauty.
78. Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain has arrived. The green rainwater is densely woven diagonally, and it lasts for two days and two nights. Don't worry, it is as thin as cow hair, flower needles, and silk. It brings a burst of vitality to the plants that have been thirsty all winter.
79. The rainwater hit the leaves mercilessly, making a cracking sound. The rainwater hitting the tiles flowed down the cracks and fell to the ground. The water was turbulent, like a waterfall, and the thumping sound broke the silence in front of the door.
80. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Looking into the distance, it seems that a gray curtain blocks the sight. It is so gray that nothing can be seen, including trees and houses.
81. The sky was very dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down, so dark. There are deafening thunder and dazzling lightning from time to time, giving people a sense of excitement.
82. There is a piece of music without notes. Only those who listen carefully can understand its lyrics. Bit by bit, it plays a cheerful melody. It does not need the "bean sprouts" on the staff. It's rain.
83. The rain is indeed not heavy, and it is dripping. It does not seem like rain, but like fog. The world in front of you is blocked in the rain as dense as a bead net. Looking into the distance, only a vague outline of streets, buildings, and pedestrians remained.
84. After the lightning and thunder, the rainstorm started falling like crazy. Suddenly, there seemed to be a veil between the sky and the earth, and the rain became heavier and heavier, as if someone was pouring water down from a large basin. The raindrops hit the window glass, making a crackling sound. sound.
85. From time to time, Miss Feng would come to join in the fun, flying like arrows, which scared Yu'er into running away. As a result, countless rain arrows shot through the layer of water on the ground, and countless umbrellas suddenly opened their arms. In this way, the refreshing rain and the cool wind dance happily together.
86. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls thrown by someone, causing high splashes; thick raindrops hit people's windows, making a thumping sound.
87. The rain fell quietly, with only a thin pattering sound. The orange-red houses look like old monks wearing bright cassocks, with their heads bowed and eyes closed, being baptized by the rain.
88. The rain is not heavy, but it keeps dripping. Looking at the continuous drizzle, you know that spring is coming.
Who are "Ding Ding Dong Dong" and "Dong Dong Dong"? It turned out to be the sound of raindrops falling on the awning, telling everyone of its arrival, like playing a percussion instrument.
89. The rain flowers bloomed suddenly on the gravel road, filled with beauty and joy, forming a clear stream that nourished the earth.
90. Rain falls on the big trees. The big tree held its head high, preparing to withstand the baptism of the storm. It seemed to be saying: Let the storm come faster! Look at those leaves, they are scrambling to suck the nectar of summer.
91. I am related to rain because many wonderful ideas sprout in the rain; I am related to rain because my sensitive mind has transformed many wonderful stories.
92. The light rain is pattering, and I am walking through the street holding an oil-paper umbrella. The petals blown by the wind are floating on my shoulders. Is it the passing you calling me softly?
93. Listen, the rain is pouring down. How much true love is there in the world? I heard that the rain was full of desolation, and the human feelings in the world were still there. When the rain fell, I sighed and asked, what is the love in the world? May the lover love Shang Chanjuan.
94. It was drizzling at first, like a precious gauze in the sky. The rain was a bit heavier, and the rain fell to the ground, ticking, ticking, like a masterpiece of rain. The sky became dark, dark clouds slowly covered the sky, and the rain became heavier and heavier.
95. The sky was very dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down. Grandma Sun also hid in fear, and Baiyun, who was playing just now, also ran home to sleep. I pulled up my shirt, fearing that the coming heavy rain would fall on me, and ran as hard as I could toward home.
96. The drizzle is misty, the drizzle is misty, the drizzle is as quiet and simple as a mountain spring. There is continuous poetry; the light rain that fills the sky is not gloomy or sad. Just fresh. Verdant green.
97. After a downpour, silky drizzle followed, although not heavy but dense, giving people the feeling of being in the clouds. The visibility became lower, making it look like fog, like rain, but also like wind. It looked like fog but without the sense of confusion when it rains. It looked like wind but without the swaying feeling when the wind blows. I only felt the faint feeling. The freshness of the air in the rain.
98. Like a gloomy child, the pale complexion of the sky gradually darkened and was replaced by heavy gray and black. The naughty wind was flowing around, gloating at people's misfortune. The tree shook its head helplessly.
99. The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly to the east and west. As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter from the rain, the rain started to fall.
100. The rain falls from the sky to every corner. The raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which is very beautiful. Raindrops fell from the eaves, walls, and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connected together to form a water column.
101. Accepting the baptism of rain nourishes the dry soul. A small tree is sprouting. It is trying hard to absorb the rain and dew given by this god. It is so eager to grow that it will grow into towering trees like its companions. Big tree.
102. Rainy days in childhood are a source of happiness. Wearing our beloved rain boots, we step on the water and sing. However, rainy days in adults are always avoided. Think about it, when we mature, we actually lose a lot.
103. Some people say that people’s thoughts will float in the air with the wind. Because they have accumulated for too long and are too thick, it finally rains when they can’t bear it anymore. In fact, rain is thoughts.
104. In an instant, strong winds came up and dark clouds filled the sky. Then huge raindrops fell from the sky, making the windows ring. Another thunderbolt, deafening. In an instant, the raindrops formed a line, and with a crash, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like an overwhelming force.
105. The rain on Tianshan Mountain is common, lasting for two or three days at a time. It is like cow hair, like embroidery needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, dressing her in a suit of green dye, Beautiful new clothes.
106. The autumn rain is like smoke and mist, floating silently on the rubble piles and dead branches and leaves in the open space. It wets the ground, the house, and the trees. It rains like ten thousand raindrops. Silver threads floated down from the sky, and a row of drainage drops fell from the eaves, like beautiful bead curtains.
107. The light raindrops are like mist, white, kissing people's faces, making them feel slightly itchy; they also lightly wet their clothes.
Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the misty rain; they are also like big wings, boundless in the southeast, northwest, and flying in all directions due to the wind.
108. When the raindrops fall to the ground, they will splash small water splashes and make a ticking sound, just like a clock being wound up. Others fell into puddles where a lot of rain had collected, like a mermaid jumping in gracefully, splashing a bunch of waves, forming circles of ripples rippling on the water.
109. It rained lightly in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. The autumn crops in the fields on both sides have been washed by the rain, making the green mountains and green water droplets sparkle, and the air is also full of moisture. It has a fresh and moist scent.
110. The rain hit the window, making a "tick, tick" sound. The sky is like a big sieve, which is tirelessly sprinkling raindrops like silver coins onto the earth. In the distance, the building shrouded in the rainy mountains flickered like a mirage, making it unpredictable. From time to time, a red light lit up, giving people a hint of warmth.
111. I sat in front of the window and looked outside. There seemed to be an extremely wide bead curtain hanging between the sky and the earth, and I couldn't see anything clearly. The rain fell on the ground and splashed water, which was very beautiful. The rainwater flowed down the eaves, like broken pearls at first, and gradually connected into a line. There is more and more water on the ground, forming small streams.
112. Boom, boom, boom, Thunder God played his huge drum. The sound was deafening and very scary. The rain came quietly. At first it was a light rain like soybeans, like a girl massaging the earth. After ten minutes, the rain became heavier and turned into a heavy downpour. This rain was like a strong man beating everything.
113. Count the fallen leaves in front of the door, listen to the sound of rain outside the window, and the sound of wading through the water sounds this time. Is your heart soaked by the rain still the same?
114. I don’t know when it started to rain outside the window. It was the spring rain that awakened everything. It's so small that if you don't pay attention, you won't notice that the rain is slowly drifting down. The breeze in the rain carries a slight scent of earth and grass. Yes, this rain brings spring.
115. Such a season, such a rain, it has been a long time, and I no longer remember the traces of the rain. I don’t know if I have forgotten the rain, or I have isolated myself.
116. The rain is getting heavier. It seems that I want to tell something but I don’t know where to start, so I have to vent my anger by roaring. Tian is a child who will never grow up. When he is happy, he will laugh without scruples; when he is sad, he will cry without reservation... I also want to cry, but I can't find a reason. I can't help but feel sad and hysterical.
117. When the raindrops fell into the pool, they drew musical notes one by one on the water. The notes are the circles made by raindrops on the water.
118. The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky really like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, mist and dust.
119. It rains in the city. Some people are at home, complaining about the bad weather. People on the road are suffering even more. Everyone is drowned, and the traffic is blocked due to the heavy rain. Well, in short, heavy rain is a bad thing in the eyes of city people.
120. It is cloudy again. Dalian has not seen the sun for a long time. It seems that it is the plum rain season in the south. It always rains non-stop, light rain, and patter. It’s really a mess after cutting constantly!
121. The autumn rain is like smoke and mist, floating silently on the rubble piles and dead branches and leaves in the open space, soaking the ground, the house, and the trees.
122. Thick dark clouds squeezed the sky, covering up the scarlet eyes just now. They were as heavy as if they were about to fall down, and were so oppressive that it seemed as if the whole world was silent. The indifferent wind shuttled sharply, leaving people's exclamations behind. The weak little flowers and grass have already shuddered to the ground. It’s the time when the storm is about to come!
123. The naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls thrown down by someone, splashing high water; they fell straight down like beans through a sieve, shattering the mirror-like lake surface. It scared away the little fish that originally wanted to jump onto the water to see the rain scene. Thick raindrops hit the windows of other houses, making a thumping sound.
124. I feel like I am overwhelmed by something and feel dull. When I open my eyes, they are still gray, without any white at all, pure and thick black, like a thick ink splashed on the The horizon has no auxiliary color.
125. After a long silence, the wind gradually died down. After a while, big raindrops gradually fell. The scattered raindrops fell quietly on the flowers and grass, silently nourishing the flowers and plants that had been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time; the drops fell on the windowsill of my house and made a crisp sound, just like the drops of water falling on the strings of a piano. on, touching people's heartstrings.
126. The rain in Wenzhou is still falling continuously, wetting the green willows and peaches, and the bananas outside the window, and also filling my heart with endless sorrow. However, the rain will eventually stop, and with confidence and courage, we will welcome the bright and bright after the sad rain, and the smiling faces after wiping away the tears.