How to write this essay on Mr. Feng Zikai's fantastic dad is back

Mom has started to criticize dad again, smacking him for not walking straight and his back always looks a little hunchbacked. However, in my eyes, my father's back is always so tall and straight that he can hold up a piece of sky for our family!

One evening when the rain was pouring down, I sat alone in the classroom and stared at the heavy rain. Suddenly, a thunderstorm flashed in the sky, and in a flash, accompanied by the sound of thunder, there is also the sound of "shouting" in his belly. This month coincided with the school extra classes, living expenses have long been spent I have to sing the "empty city" looking at the rain. When the rain stops, I'll call my dad for support! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it!

I was thinking, the sky grounded in the rain curtain vaguely revealed a figure, not tall, slightly fat, one hand holding a small umbrella, the other hand is tightly embraced in the arms. In this storm, the figure looks so thin, with the wind in the rain swaying. As the silhouette moves forward, I feel more and more familiar with the silhouette, ah! The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing I want to do!

I grabbed an umbrella and rushed out. "

I grabbed an umbrella and rushed out.

In the past, my father's "lazy" personality, this kind of rainy day, he will never come out.

"I came to see you, your mom and I figured that your money is almost spent, came to give you money." Dad put away his umbrella and carefully pulled his homemade wallet out of his pocket and slipped it to me, "Oh yeah, stopped by on the way over to get you some chocolate for the usual calories." Dad pulled a box of chocolates out of his sweater as if by magic, and they seemed to be steaming in the cold rain.

After receiving the chocolates in my dad's hand with his body temperature, I suddenly felt my nose sour. I don't know when, I have long been taller than my father; I don't know when, my father's face has a few more wrinkles; I don't know when, my father's hair has begun to turn white. The rain flowed down my dad's white hair and flowed in my heart. Dad's top was already wet, but the chocolate he gave me was still dry. And dad's miscellaneous leather shoes have long been filled with mud and water.

"Study hard in school and listen to your teachers. Don't compromise yourself in life, call me if something happens, I'll be right there." Dad wanted to say, seems to have something to say, but finally did not say, patted my shoulder, turned around, and went back to the rain.

Dad's back in the storm looks so thin, but also so strong. This back, hold up my home, let me grow up under the wings.

The rain is still falling, and my father's back is eternal in the storm!