Writing about rain essay 600 words

Essay on rain 600 words Part 1 It was too hot last night to sleep all night. Mom woke me up at 6:30 in the morning. In summer even if the night is hot, the early show is always cooler, but this morning it was a little too hot to breathe. I rubbed my eyes and headed out the door when I heard my mom muttering to herself in the kitchen, "It's hot as hell! It looks like it's going to rain." It's going to rain? I rushed to the door and looked up at the sky. But no, a layer of gray clouds covered the sky. The rain was set to fall, and I felt a surge of joy in my heart. Around 10 o'clock in the morning, the sky darkened and there was not a trace of wind. I had to go out of the house, only to see the ants under the eaves of the house in a black line, busy carrying food to a high place; black clouds rolling in the sky, as if they were going to press down. A heavy rain, coming soon, come on, come on! For more than a week the scorching sun had been shining, the small trees and grasses had been dying under the scorching sun, and the rice paddies, which lacked water, were dry and open-mouthed, and they all longed for rain soon. At the beginning, the rain is like someone to feed chickens with buds like "wow -" a handful of sprinkle, the ground and tiles left on the watermarks the size of a coin. In a few moments, the watermarks disappeared. After some time, the rain poured down continuously like opening a barn and releasing grain. "It's raining!" "It's raining!" Neighbors a few children ran to the center of the street, spread hands in the rain drilled in the drilling to and fro, making merry ...... rain gradually denser, the children's hair soaked, only to hold their heads and run home, ran into the house and leaned against the door to look out. For a while, the eaves of the water also "drip drip ......" more up, pulled into a line. Rain is even bigger, the roof, the street splashed a layer of white rain mist, like a misty veil. When the heat does not know where to hide the wind, this time also a burst of fierce blowing up. The "veil" curls away, the rain hit the street on the water, stirring up a splash. I watched all this and found it strangely interesting. It rained for a long time, the sky began to lighten a little, and the house was no longer stuffy. The banana tree outside my window not only drank enough water, but also painfully took a "shower". The tiles also drank enough water and let the rainwater "clatter" down. At noon, the house has been cooled, but the rain is still continuing more than one, a strong down. The rain is a source of survival for all living creatures, and in the rain, everything lives freely and happily, dancing to its own tune, without restraint. In the spring, the rain is fine and continuous. Those water droplets, layer by layer, like the thin fog. The rain and fog put a mysterious veil over the earth, and the veiled earth presents a brand new face. Because of the spring rain, all living things are in her gentle touch in the rapid growth. I like the scenery of spring rain, but also love her to send me that good mood. In summer, the wind is fierce and the rain is passionate. The wind casts its spell and sends the rain where it is needed. Summer rain is a man, as if it does not want to become a soft egg to be bullied, the chest of anger all thrown out, and the wind to start a duel. The wind and the rain fought with each other, no one let anyone, in the end, the rain won, and the wind withdrew from the stage of summer. The rain, the final winner, seems to have used up all its strength and turned from a downpour into a drizzle. I equally love the passionate rain of summer, and love to watch it battle the wind over and over again, while dousing the summer heat. In the fall, the drizzle makes you wince. Autumn rain is no longer the youthful beauty of the girl, but into a mature big girl, "not much rain in the fall, to go down will not be too big, give a person a kind of soughing cool feeling, let a person touch the scene. Autumn rain is a poem of extraordinary charm, giving people a feeling of sadness and loneliness." This description expresses the growth of all living things, people's expectations, and all the sorrows and joys on earth. I like the autumn rain as much as I like the little poem written about her. Winter, the coldest season of the year. Rain will exit the stage of the four seasons, leaving a series of footprints in people's hearts. The winter rain is very small, if anything, it seems to be joking with people, and it stops again when people rush into the house. Winter rain has a kind of aroma that can cheer people up, make people in a hurry become calm inside, stop and take a deep breath. I love winter rain, it makes me become calm and delicate. Rain is a spectacle given to us by nature, because it can penetrate into our hearts in various ways and nourish the seedlings inside us to grow strong. Write a rain essay 600 words Part 3 Listen to the sound of "pattering" outside the window; see the hazy scenery outside the window; smell the faint smell of wetness outside the window. All the scenery, things disappear, only you in the eyes, and only care about you. I only care about you, from childhood to adulthood, all year round remember you, look at you, care about you. In the spring, the new seedlings draw out their buds, the flowers bloom, everything looks so harmonious, everything looks so peaceful, then the sight of a few drops of rainwater sliding through the window appears in my eyes. Yes, it's you, I open the window in surprise, close my eyes and enjoy this, letting you slide across my cheeks, watching you moisturize the seedlings, so hard, so busy. You are a part of my life. You were all I cared about, growing up, remembering you, watching you, caring about you all year round. In summer, when the new seedlings have grown into green leaves, when the buds bloom petals, so beautiful, so charming. This day only heard a thunder, and then it started to rain, you once again crossed the window. I opened the window, see only fast to be dried up trees drink you, look at fast wilting flowers sucking you, I finally can not help but rushed into the rain, enjoy the happiness you bring me, you crossed my cheeks, my heart a burst of relief. I wondered if you were enjoying this pleasure for the benefit of mankind as much as I was. You are a part of my life. You are all I care about, from childhood, all year round, remembering you, watching you, caring for you. Autumn is a great season for fruit harvest, sorghum bends its waist with joy, apples smile with red faces. This is a shower slowly landing, to the golden autumn added a color, I watched you leisurely fall on the farmers face, farmers happy flowers. I am spinning and jumping in your company, how happy I am, and so are you, right? You are a part of my life. You were all I cared about, since I was a child, all year round, remembering you, looking at you, caring about you. In the winter, all the nothing is quiet, so silent, so silent, but you come to help. I was bored and opened the window, and you happened to fall from the sky, like an angel? Like an angel? Like an elf? You added a melody to the winter. I stood quietly in the snow and watched you brush against my cheek, and I was so happy. You are a part of my life. Your passion, your hard work attracts me, your simplicity attracts me, and you're all I care about, before, now, and in the future. Write about rain Essay 600 words Part 4 Today is my birthday. Unfortunately, the weather was not favorable and it was raining. Looking at the velvety rain, I can't help but think of the rain in my hometown. Have you ever seen yarn? Whenever it rains in my hometown, it is the most common thing. Millions of rain orderly jumped down from the embrace of the clouds, the rain in the sky, as if the sky for the earth carefully woven yarn. When I was a child, we loved to run under the rain, let it wash away all the fatigue, in exchange for a refreshing cool. There is no shortage of bean rain in my hometown. "Pop, pop, pop!" Bean raindrops fall from the sky, gently washing away the dust on the leaves and in the grass stems. After the bean rain, this earth is often a new green. The grass grows more and more vibrant, and the leaves of the trees are brushed and oiled and glistening. Every time it rained, the old grandfather in the village would always stroke his white goatee with one hand, hold his wooden walking stick with the other, and say with a smile, "Oh, the sky mother is criticizing the baby clouds again! Look, it's crying, it's so sad!" At this time, the children in the village would always run to tell each other, "Hey, the baby cloud is crying again! I heard the tears are salty, let's go taste them!" The result was naturally getting wet. I remember that the second girl from the west end of the village woke up in the middle of the night and stood in the rain all night in order to taste the tears of the clouds. It was not until the next day that her mother called her back to her room. I secretly asked the second girl: "What does the rain taste like? " "Cool, astringent! " the second girl stroked her wet hair and said seriously. Crystal flower rain is my favorite. Whenever the first rain falls after a typhoon, we call it Crystal Flower Rain. Normally, the rainflakes fall from the air and are not immune to a little dust. But just after the typhoon, the whole earth is washed, there is very little dust in the air, and the rainflakes are pure. There was not a trace of impurity. Especially when the sky reveals the half smile of the sun, the crystal flower rain is particularly gorgeous. Crystal clear rain flowers embellished with colorful haze, bright and shiny. I used to move a small bench and sit under the eaves to enjoy the gift of nature. While listening to my parents say: "Once upon a time, the crystal flower rain was the first dewdrop that condensed in the morning of each flower in the garden of the Hundred Flowers Fairy in the heavenly court. One day, the dewdrops began to wonder about the world on earth. So, in this purest moment after the typhoon they jumped down one after another, and this is the Crystal Flower Rain. "The rain gradually stopped, but my thoughts are still immersed in the strange and unique rain in my hometown. Writing about rain 600 words Part 5 Raindrops, drop by drop, fall down. The crystalline raindrops seem to be the silk threads that the sky sprinkles on the earth, so clean and so soft. When a gust of wind comes, these silk threads change into mischievous little elves, they are not willing to fall so quickly, they spin and flutter, sometimes into my hair, sometimes resting in the palm of my hand. When I was really amused by them, the wind passed, and the pixies became again the threads of crystal, passing away in the twinkling of an eye. The raindrops, more and more fell. Without realizing it, more threads spilled down, and they gradually grew longer and thicker. I felt that my hair, clothes and shoulders became wet whoever, so I had to hold up an umbrella. Under the umbrella, I listened to the sound of the rain crashing down on the umbrella, "pop, pop, pop," sometimes orderly, sometimes disorderly. I don't know when it started, but the rain poured down. Some of the street walkers . . holding umbrellas rushed to their homes, and some ran to find a place to hide from the rain. The rain on the side of the road converged into a small pool of water, the street lamps seem to appreciate their own reflection in the pool of water. The rain was falling, and the concerto of nature had entered its grandest movement. The rain washed the earth, all the dirty, filthy, disgusting things have no place to hide. I was in the rain at this time, I feel the soul is incomparably clean. Rain, gradually small. The sound of the rain falling on the umbrella is getting clearer and clearer, still then orderly, sometimes disorderly popping sound. But at this time I did not recall the steps of the dancers, but evoked memories of my childhood - waiting for my parents to come home on a rainy day when I was young - that both anxious and frustrated feeling haunted me again, and made me think back to it for a long time. The rain has stopped. Putting away the umbrella in my hand, the fresh air after the rain and the fragrance of the soil came to my face, making me relaxed and happy. Looking up at the sky, I did not see the rainbow I was looking forward to, but I felt the sky blue more transparent, it seems to penetrate the new hope. After the rain, the light sunshine poured onto the earth, and the softness and beauty of the sunshine gave me an unexpected surprise. Everything is so fresh and beautiful after the rain. I love the rain, I love the cleanliness of the rain, I love the mood created by the rain, and I love the hope nurtured by the rain. The wind is so strong that it shakes the trees and makes them dizzy. The leaves of the trees made a "rustling" sound, which sounded like a lullaby, calling the animals back home and gradually falling into a dream. The valley suddenly became very quiet, only the wind brother and grandpa's voice. Listen, who joined this wonderful music, "Sha la la, Sha la la ......". It turned out to be the rain sister sang her melodious little song. Countless raindrops hit on the leaves, hit on the stone, hit in the grass, as if in the accompaniment to the rain sister. I put my hand out of the window to touch the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness instantly cleansed my mind of all thoughts. Suddenly, this harmonious music was broken. It turned out to be the Lord of the thunder drums, but also issued a "rumbling, rumbling" sound. Rain sister also can't wait to sing her soprano. The earth instantly lit up, lively. The rain was falling like a pearl with a broken thread. The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it was pouring like a waterfall in the air! Face upwards, eyes closed, savoring the little rain drops, suddenly felt as if he had grown up a lot under the rain. The rain gradually stopped, and the whole earth was renewed. Everything was drenched in green by the rain, how refreshing, how soothing ah! Birds chirping and chirping, as if pouring out the joy after the rain; small fish scrambling out of the water, breathing the fresh air after the rain; small earthworms from the soil, cozy roll; willow sister invited the wind brother, to help her dry the hair of the wash comb; the sky was also washed more blue, like a sapphire ... ...Gradually, gradually, the earth returned to its usual calm. I strolled along the stone pathway, quietly recalling the beautiful melody. The sound of the rain still hummed softly and sang softly, making my heart partly hearty. I think my future life will be like this rain, full of hope and fantasy. Write about Rain Essay 600 Words Part 7 The rain in spring is silent. A cool wind blew gently, softly and slowly. I don't know when, silky spring rain gently sprinkled, it is light and fine, can't hear the muddy sound mixed with it, also can't feel the rain drenching, only feel that it seems to be a kind of cool cloud, no shape, only a light fragrance. Spring rain is also colorful. Willow trees by the river drew out new branches, covered by the drizzle, green, exuding the smell of spring. The first peach blossom cage in this March rain, a layer of watery red mist 1, this green, this mass of red mist, like just dripping onto the paper watercolor, slowly moistened to open, hazy, like smoke like fog. In summer, whenever a heavy rain before, will feel a depression from the heart out. However, when people look forward to the long-awaited rainfall to come, it will melt the sultry heat into cool; melancholy into a comfortable. When I was a child, I would invite a few buddies to play and frolic in the rain while my mom was not at home. At this time, the small trees in the flower beds were dyed greener by the rain, and the colorful flowers were like wearing a crystal crystal, crystal clear and brilliant. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops in the air, gathered into a big waterfall, a cascade of thousands of miles. A gust of wind blew, this dense as a waterfall of rain to the wind blowing like smoke, such as fog, such as dust ...... dashing autumn rain fell steadily, it is like a silent minister of merit, magic like the world of things become golden, bright and shiny. It is a kind mother, with their own "hands" for the earth to weave a golden silk dress, draped in the big trees on the body of small trees. The golden light, the beautiful can not be expressed in words, words. So, between heaven and earth, connected with a thousand strands of tenderness, they are gently trembling, the sound of rain is more and more distant, disappeared in the blue sky at the end of the ...... bean-sized raindrops, from time to time mixed with flakes of snowflakes. Its appearance makes us have so little fear. Because, it is the messenger of winter, in the coming winter will be how cold? Although the winter rain is not as popular as the spring rain, it can give new life to the plum blossom. As the saying goes, "the fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold", it needs cold rain to refine itself, only in this way can the fragrance spread thousands of miles. The rain of the four seasons - mysterious. It brings infinite reverie and makes my childhood full of fun. Rain--I love you, I will never, ever forget, the joy you brought me, and the good times of that childhood ...... Writing Rain Essay 600 Words Part 8 Rain, she is gentle and violent, she is changeable. On that day, it was so hot that all of us complained and wanted to take off our clothes. The whole class screamed, still blessing the rain to come down quickly. Suddenly the sky darkened slightly, and when I looked, it was raining, and we cried out in surprise, "It's raining! It's raining!" We were not in the mood for class, we all wanted to run out and have a good time. "Knock, knock, knock." Finally, class was over, and we scrambled out, all wanting to get wet now. I opened my arms and enjoyed myself, the cool rain moisturized my whole body, the rain was gently soaking our whole body, helping us to relieve the heat, as if saying: "Heat, I want to destroy you!" When I came back, I was thinking, "The rain has come at the right time! It feels so good to rain and cool off!" This time, the rain was violent. Early in the morning, the sky grew dim, and I knew that a storm was coming. I prepared a raincoat, and while wearing rain boots, waterproof gloves on the hands, all the equipment, while carrying a schoolbag, while saying goodbye to my mom and set off to school. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I just got off the car and started to run wildly. I was lucky to make it to the classroom door, and as soon as I entered the door, the rain came down with a splash. I was so lucky to make it to the classroom door, but as soon as I entered the door, the rain came down. I sighed as I thought about it. Some of the students who had just arrived didn't bring their raincoats, so they looked alarmed and asked other students if they had any extra raincoats. When I saw that, I told the students who hadn't brought any, "Next time, make sure you bring it, we don't have any more." They nodded their heads, and finally, they even made faces at me. When school was over, I had to put on my raincoat and go out of the building, and the soybean-like rain fell down like an arrow, hitting me. There was chaos all around me, all complaining that the rain had come at a bad time. I rushed to my dad's car. At this moment, my hair was like a hair wash, my feet were also soaked with rainwater, and when I took off my shoes, they were still full of water! If this happens every day, won't I lose my shoes? The rain in spring restores the earth to its usual vigor, and the rain in summer eliminates the heat for people. Sometimes the rain is gentle, sometimes violent, anyway, I just love her so much!