The description of animals in the rain is as follows:
Butterflies in the rain
Spring is getting stronger, but in the north it is still windy and rainy, and the spring is cold. A spring breeze has just passed, but a cold rain has arrived again.
I was walking on the roadside, and suddenly I saw a dying white butterfly on the fresh spring grass. At this time, I was immersed in depression. My failure in the exam made me lose hope. I thought I had worked hard, but in the end there was no reward. I was discouraged, confused, and decadent at first; I might have to choose to give up.
When this petite butterfly came into my sight, I felt that it was so pure white and so beautiful. Although it was not as lively as dancing in the air, it attracted me deeply, and I gradually moved towards it. It goes.
As I got closer, I saw it lying weakly on the top of the grass. Its originally agile wings had lost their vitality after being beaten by the rain, which made people feel pity for it. I stretched out my hand, touched it gently with my fingertips, and wrapped my palm around its body to protect it from the wind and rain. It seemed that it was no longer able to struggle and was allowed to be manipulated by me.
A different feeling suddenly arose in my heart. It turned out that this little butterfly was just like me, just as fragile and defeated by difficulties. Although this rain was just a drizzle, it was such a disaster for it! It had nowhere to hide, so it had no choice but to bow its head and endure the torture. I stayed with it, and the raindrops fell, freezing my heart.
It was motionless, as if dead. Looking at it, I was overwhelmed. Suddenly, I saw it move! It raised its head and swayed its wings. There was a surprise in my heart, and I accompanied it in the wind and rain. Waiting is an incentive. It didn't give up! It tried to flap its wings and struggled at first, but then it came back to life, and hope ignited in my heart.
Then, look, it actually flew up! Waving its tough wings, it flew up in the rain! I jumped for joy, and the wings of hope brushed my heart.
The surrounding scenery seemed to disappear. I only saw the little white creatures dancing above my head, and then seemed to be dancing in my heart. Yes, the rain is still falling, but the butterflies are flying, so why should I be so depressed? So, I picked up my umbrella, took determined steps, and walked towards the school against the wind and rain!