In daily study, work and life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, are no strangers to essays, right, with the help of essays can vent the emotions of the heart, regulate their mood. How to write a thoughtful, literary essay? The following is the composition of the rainy day that I have organized, only for reference, welcome to read.
rainy day essay 1The weather in summer is always changing in many ways, a moment of sunshine and a moment of rain, this is not a sudden downpour, the pedestrians on the road were caught off guard.
The heavy rain came so suddenly that a grandmother was anxious to give her granddaughter, who had no umbrella at school, an umbrella. So hurry to take an umbrella to the school to rush, just may be too anxious, plus the road rain some slippery, the grandmother leaf fell. Granny's crutches and umbrella were scattered on the side, she wanted to try to stand up, but tried several times but could not get up. The pedestrians who came and went next to her didn't seem to see the scene, and walked straight past.
Suddenly there was a little girl, who saw the grandmother fall down, rushed over to help her, and wiped the water off her body. "Really thank you so much, little girl." The old grandmother said gratefully. After saying that, the old granny decided to walk away, just as soon as she lifted her leg, she felt a huge pain and screamed out. The little girl saw this and quickly asked, "Are you hurt, old granny? Let me give you a ride." The grandmother refused, "No need! No need! I still have to give my granddaughter an umbrella." The little girl hurriedly said, "Then it's better for me to take you there, you are like this, listen to me." "Then thank you so much, you're such a good girl." The old granny said gratefully. The little girl smiled and helped the grandmother to walk away little by little.
That rainy day was really a warm rainy day.
Rainy Day Essay 2Last night I read the weather forecast that there would be a little rain, and it was not surprising to see a little gray sky when I got up in the morning.
However there was no sign of rain in the early morning, just a bit of coolness mixed in with the sultry heat because it was cloudy.
After breakfast, as usual, I went out for a walk to see if the weather was clear, so I didn't bring my umbrella.
As I walked down the tree-lined path, I opened my English program, which reads with sound. On the quiet path, I just turned up the volume enough to hear the reading even with my phone in my hand.
Because I had just eaten, I couldn't move too fast. I pay attention to the reading in my ears and keep my eyes on the pedestrians passing by.
As I walked down a path with few pedestrians, I made myself pay more attention to the words. Although I basically knew them all, my hearing was a bit weak and I couldn't hear them as clearly as I could in Chinese.
After listening a few times, I noticed drops of water on my arm. I looked up at the sky and wondered if it was water on the leaves or if it was raining.
After a while, the drops fell on me again. Thinking that the weather forecast said it was going to rain, I decided to hurry home.
Just as I was walking quickly towards home, I realized that there were big and small drops of water on the red bricks on the ground, and the ones that fell on me were obviously bigger and more powerful than before.
It seemed like it was really raining.
Despite walking fast and drizzling, I didn't want to get wet, so I took shelter in a pavilion not far from the entrance to a park.
There were a lot of people exercising under the pavilion, and the vendors had to put away some of the items they had just put out.
In a short while, the rain subsided. Although there is still some fall, but many people still choose to leave, afraid of a period of time will be more inconvenient.
So, in the drizzle, I rushed home at a fast pace, and along the way, I saw a few amazons dancing in the shade of a big tree.
Rainy days can not reduce their interest in sports!
rainy day essay 3Winter rain, in such cold temperatures, as if the snow on the frost ---- unbearable ah!
That morning, it was raining outside. I went to school, just out of the door, gusts of cold air came to me, I was like to be frozen by the cold wind, a cold face. The sky was cloudy, and the mountains in the distance looked like they were "surrounded" by water mist. It's also like the water fog to the mountain cloak a thin veil.
The sky is still drizzling, drop by drop, light and graceful in the wind falling. Rain on the leaves of the tree issued a "rustle" sound, masking the other noise, I think: winter rain, not the ferocity of the summer rainstorms, the feeling of more gentle, hit in the face, in addition to a slight coolness, no other, so that people have a kind of walking in the rain feeling. Roadside all kinds of flowers and trees, are bathed in rain, they are feeling the natural baptism. The clouds in the sky are also changing, and the rain drifting in the sky is also changing with it, a little bit big, a little bit small. As the sky slowly brightened, the rain became smaller and smaller, and the fog in the mountains didn't seem to be as big as it was just now, taking off its white veil and revealing its freshly cleaned green clothes. Flowers, plants and leaves are covered with rainwater, like a crystal dewdrops.
You have to ask me if I like the rainy day, then my answer is both like and dislike, like it after the rain of the beautiful scenery, dislike is the rainy day can not be in the outdoor games, activities, this is the rain to my feelings.
Rainy Day Essay 4The weather outside the window is like my sad mood.
It's raining, is the sky crying, or is the sea sighing? Listen to the sound of the rain, a little bit clear, that is the sky in a quiet sob; look at the window raindrops, a little bit of accumulation, that is the sky's . Tears slowly seep into the earth. Wet in the rain, let the rain wet eyes, hit the heart, ripples of the years.
Cold air, very suffocating. The rain outside the window, the rain is not stopping, take me into the memory of the dream. Dreams of the exit of the open fog is too heavy, those past events flow in the heart can not be released, those once warm-colored dreams into the cold shackles.
The rain is shaking, people are at a loss, the canopy came from a song of sadness, too much pain, hard to tell the heart, sighed a sentence at that time is unusual. The sky is gray, the dream is broken, the line of sight is blurred, there is a cool slip down the corner of the mouth, there is a bitter flow into the heart.
Rain is the embodiment of beauty, rain is the magician, rain is my guide forward.
Sitting in the classroom, the heart is quite unsettled, probably because of the examination. Turn your head, inadvertently looked out the window rain, gently and quietly come, and noiselessly go. Looking around, I can't help but think of the torrential rain, drizzle, smoke and broken rain that I experienced before. Yes, even if the rain is small, it has to dedicate itself to moisturize the earth, although sometimes it may be broken, but it will gather energy and land again.
We are the same, in the growth of the road will meet many setbacks, the results of the rise and fall is also a very common thing, this time down, then add a force, accumulate strength and knowledge, the next time to see the glory.
So, I broke away from the irritation and felt refreshed. Standing here, looking up at the sky, enjoying that gentle drizzle, accepting the baptism of rain.
Rain, rain, how beautiful you are, and how magical, it is you who take me out of the haze, towards the dawn. What a rain!
One afternoon after school, the sky is like a little doll's face, said to change, just a moment ago, the sky is clear, cloudless, in the twinkling of an eye will be dark clouds.
The sky is cloudy, and in a short while a gale is blowing, the wind is blowing more and more, and gradually downpour, I am hiding under the eaves of other people's homes, and the big drops of rain fell on my feet. I really regret that I didn't listen to my mom and came to school without an umbrella. Alas! There was nothing I could do, now I could only hope that God would make my dad or mom come to pick me up. But this is like daydreaming, delayed appearance of mom and dad.
Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder, I was shocked, suddenly awakened from the fantasy, turned around and looked back, it was the same table ah! "Why don't you have an umbrella?"
I nodded, he stuffed the umbrella into my hands, head without turning back to run into the rain, shouted: "Lend it to you!" Before I looked back, my back had disappeared in the rain.
Looking at the hands of the umbrella, heart warm, eyes blurred, recalling the usual teasing him, the heart is very guilty. The table usually say very little, do not like to make noise, very quiet, and I happen to be the opposite is the kind of restless type, he became my teasing object ...... what he is doing now, so that I have no place to go, he is so generous, regardless of the previous suspicion, know that my home is farther away than his home on the umbrella lent to me to use ... ...I swear, from tomorrow, no, from now on, I will not tease him, I want to play with him, happy and sad ......
The rain has been falling, but I seem to see the sky that the wheel of the rising red sun, warmly shining on us.
Rainy day essay 6Today, home from school, suddenly heard a crisp ringing bell ringing, a look, it is a puppy bell, I can not help but lose my voice called out, "Bebe!" The train of memory carries me back to that spring.
That time, my father brought back a puppy, I was very happy.
Beibei was very smart, every time I taught it to fetch the flying saucer, it would learn very carefully, and before long, Beibei already knew how to fetch the flying saucer and open the door! I don't want to be a dog trainer, I just want to play.
Saturday afternoon, I was bored sitting on my bed playing with the flying saucer, flying around, finally, I got impatient. But just then, my mom suddenly came up and said to me, "Lok Lok, go play? If you want to go, hurry up Oh, I'll wait for you downstairs." I was so happy that I jumped three feet high.
I quickly put on my shoes, ready to go downstairs, mom came up again, said: "fall, today do not go outside to play, the sky is cloudy down, stay at home," my mood fell to the bottom. Beibei, however, hard to pull me to play, I sullenly lie on the bed, ignore by Beibei's pleading, I put the shoes pretend to throw downstairs, the other hand quickly hide the shoes behind the back. Bebe immediately ran downstairs to find the shoes.
I thought it was a clean slate, and I fell asleep without realizing it.
When I woke up, it was drizzling and dark, and I suddenly thought of Beibei, and I rushed out of my room, looking in every room and corner, but I didn't see him. I quickly ran downstairs, and the only thing that came into my eyes was a sky full of rain and a wretched me. "Bebe!" I shouted tearfully, tears having long since spread all over my face.
My parents and I looked for Beibei, one day, two days, a week ...... have not found Beibei, I despaired.
Sitting in front of the window, looking out the window of the world, sadness covered my face, I murmured: "Beibei, the rain stopped, you should also go home."
Rainy Day Essay 7One evening, the fall rain pattered down.
At first, there was a white cloud. Later, the sky turned yellow wherever the cloud passed. I thought, this rain must come with great force. We just got home, the rain fell, drop by drop, not slow, down very subtle. It matched the yellow sky, like a chrysanthemum rain ten miles away.
So many clouds, no rush at all. Not like spring rain, like an alarm, waking up everything; not like summer rain, impatient to use up their time; not like winter snow, randomly spread on beautiful things. This is only the rain of fall! Only the rain of autumn has such patience: color the sky yellow, pattering down a rain. Let people know her subtle beauty, like drinking tea, slowly and softly. This is different from other seasons, the spring rain wakes us up nervously, but we are hazy sleepy eyes, did not see her face; summer rain also with her rain veil, hurriedly passed, it seems that only the puddles on the roadside to witness her footprints; winter ah, snow is monotonous, as far as the eye can see, are a kind of silent white. Autumn rain ah! You patter and sprinkle. Autumn rain ah! You change the world's flavor, that is, wherever there is a fragrance of chrysanthemums, and flowers fall people break the heart of the meaning. Autumn rain! You come gentle, go breathless, leaving only my faint recollection.
Love rain more people, say rain more people, sing rain more people, more how many people write you down? Your little raindrops, just drive away the summer, pick the fruit. In this fragrant wind, give people different aspirations.
Early this morning, the sky just showed some light, I heard the sound of "tick-tock" in the blanket, I sat up and thought, "It must be raining, right?"
I put on my clothes and went to the window. When I opened the window, a cool scent greeted me with the fresh smell of rain-watered earth, which I like best!
I looked up, the eaves of the water droplets like a crystal, transparent pearls fell down, in front of the eyes and seems to be covered with a layer of "curtains", through the "curtains" to see the flowers in the courtyard, as if in the bath, look so vibrant. The seedlings were nourished by the rain. Seedlings were moisturized by the rain, but also look more spiritual. The raindrops are like millions of paratroopers, landing safely on the ground from the sky. Umbrellas of various colors on the road are like a lotus leaf in the long river, fluttering in the rain.
My sister and I got dressed and went downstairs to play. I was playing barefoot in the water with my sister, happy as an angel. I stepped on the water as hard as I could and splashed the water up high. I said, "Sister, be careful!" Said and slipped myself! I patted my watery, muddy pants and mouthed, "Crap crap, I'm going to get yelled at again when I get home." My sister laughed with delight at my frustration.
Ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes and a new pair of shoes! The rain sister happily sprinkled "flowers". Look at all this: red flowers, green grass, tender buds, strong trees, tall buildings, wide street ...... rain dolls also jumped to the grass, happily sliding up the slide.
Do you like rainy days?
Rainy Day Essay 9Today, it is Friday, and it is pouring rain all day long, but sometimes it is big, sometimes it is small. The sky was gray, was the sun sick? "Thud, thud, thud." What? Did Mr. Thunder come to visit Mr. Sun too? Rain, which comes to earth with life and coolness for all things to absorb.
If you don't believe me, let me show you! Under the care of the rain, the younger brother of the seed still in the soil pokes his head out, and the little flowers and grasses are taller, bigger and more beautiful. The temperature has also dropped a lot so that people can feel the coolness of fall in the heat of summer. The trees in the woods are bigger and the leaves are green and lush. We also had new gifts-more knowledge. Noon came and went, and Sister Cloud went home. It was finally light and my room was suddenly bright.
By this time, it was still raining all the time. I saw that the rain was the future. With it, there is no more dust on the roof. With it this hot summer is going to be over. With it ...... the raindrops are small and seem to be water sprinkled on the earth by the gods in the sky. Drops in the hand there is a kind of ice-cold feeling, more fun than playing water games. The earth becomes clean under the impact of rain, and it is everywhere. Rain came to play in the grass, came to the embrace of the river, came to the ...... raindrops are both a perfect ten traveler, or a singer who can sing and dance.
He came to a rock in the forest, and he caressed it and sang its most beautiful song, "Tick tock, tick tock." He came to the long, crooked stream, which flowed and made a pleasant sound, "Clatter, clatter, clatter." Listen, even the puppies join in the song, "Woof woof woof." It made the quiet day lively. On the side of the eavesdropping small flowers and grass into a sweet dream. How is it? The rain is very powerful!
Today, it was pouring rain outside, and the sound of "clatter, clatter, clatter" went on and on.
It's time for lunch. My mom and I rushed to the car and drove to the pond. The rain was like a naughty child rolling around on the car glass, making your vision blurry, not able to see the world of rain outside.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed. My mom, confused, said "What's wrong?" I said anxiously, "Today is the Upper Pond's Material Exchange Festival!" Mom suddenly realized that the road must be very congested. So, mom accelerated the speed of the car.
It didn't take long for us to arrive at Shangtang. The streets of Shangtang were crowded with people, and stalls were set up everywhere. We also joined the ants team, so 100 meters of distance we drove for half an hour. When we finally arrived at Xinhua Street, we managed to find a parking space, but other cars beat us to it. I was really a little angry, tapped the car with my fist and said, "Outrageous, I'll be late again to learn composition." Mom comforted me and said, "Can't you rush it?" It took several trips back and forth on this street to find a place to park. But I was still a long way from learning to write! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
We got on an electric tricycle, which was drilling through the alleys, and the exhaust from the car was drilling into my nose, which was too much to bear. I can't stand it! How come even small cars are drilling in the alleys? The road is blocked again.
We had to walk instead. The water that fell from the roof slipped into my neck, and it was freezing. Finally came to the main road, some cars from my side speeding past, the ground water like bullets shot at me, body immediately wet, a few drops of water also flew into my mouth, too bitter. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to have to go back and do it again," he said.
Hi! I'm not going to be able to do that.
The rainy day essay 11
Sitting quietly on a bench by the West Lake, looking at the misty lake in the embrace of raindrops dance, as Su Shi said, "the mountain color empty rain is also strange". West Lake, still so beautiful. Every time you visit the West Lake, I was convinced by her beauty, rainy days, the sky is raining a dense drizzle, the lake surface ripples, swings over, and swings over. Grass and shrubs on the small water droplets, as if set in the jasper on the diamond, is so beautiful and touching, let a person have a kind of want to touch it the urge. But it is so fragile! Let a person can not help but love and pity it. Once the sun appears, it is bound to disappear, and let a person feel immense regret.
In the drizzle, holding an umbrella, strolling on the slippery path. Willow by the lake, was a layer of hazy fog wrapped, as if wearing a white gauze, such as running water as silky. The long willow branches hang down to the surface of the water, as if to shake hands with the soft green floating heart under the water. Rain falls on the trees, along the willow branches into the embrace of the West Lake. West Lake is so gentle ah! A breeze blew, the soft willow branches with the wind gently brushed the shoulders of tourists, to show the trust of the people. It's just a little rain! West Lake is unable to prohibit heavy rain, those willows are too showy!
Holding an umbrella, continue to walk forward, along the slippery path. Let's go! The rain is still falling, just a few more points of tenderness. Willow branches are still shaking, just beckon to yourself. Hazy mist for you to send off, this is the rainy day of West Lake.
Rainy Day Essay 12"Rumble--" A loud noise disturbed me from my dream.
Looking up at the watch hanging on the wall, it was already past two in the afternoon, and I was the only one in the house.
I went to the window and looked out at the gray sky. It was raining, and the raindrops were hitting the glass mercilessly, making a "popping" sound.
"Gulp", the stomach issued an alarm, thought: go downstairs to buy some food.
Put on a coat, put on shoes, put on an umbrella out of the house, a wind spring, can not help but shiver, those tiny raindrops hit me in the face, feel a trace of coolness.
Rain sprinkled in all corners, the branches and leaves of the willow tree in front of the house have been occupied by rain, the rain from the sky sprinkled on the book. A gust of wind whisked by, and the branches swayed a few times perhaps because the rainwater falling on its leaves had become a bit heavy.
The flowers, which were blooming brightly, also lowered their heads because of the rain, and seemed to be very uninspired.
Walked to the center of the lake, those raindrops fell on the surface of the lake, like a jumping elf. The golden fish in the lake seemed to be friends with those lively elves for many years, and they all poked their heads out to welcome their friends, and the willows around the lake also danced with the wind, as if they were cooperating with them.
Looking at this beautiful scenery in front of us, who can not be intoxicated?
After selling the food, returned home, first disarmed the alarm. Lift up the pen to write down the beauty of what you just saw.
After a while, the heavy thunder is no longer there, it seems to be afraid of disturbing this beautiful scenery and slipped away! After finishing my essay, I realized that the rain had stopped without me realizing it, and the sky had cleared up.
I ran out of the house, and a special fragrance of grass and earth took over my whole sense of smell. The sun came out and the drooping flowers bloomed again.
Looking up into the distance, a rainbow hung on the other side of the sky ......
rainy day essay 13Outside the door was an alley. There are at least five turns and a lot of dead ends in between, but soon you can get to the main road with all the traffic.
Every year, it rains for months on end. It is not necessary to be reminded to carry an umbrella when you go out, it is already a habit.
Every rainy season, I will skillfully walk back and forth in the alley a few times, and my favorite thing to listen to is the sound of rain in the alley. That "ding ding ding ding" like bells crisp, pleasant sound, fell on the ground, forming a puddle, water droplets like the opening of what the General Assembly gathered together, in the head to head to say what?
On rainy days, our neighbor, Mrs. A, would always come to our house to sit. The grandmother, who was doing other things, always put down her work and accompanied the guest herself. Grandma and Mrs. each brewed a cup of fragrant tea, plus a plate of cinnamon cakes made by Grandma herself, moved a chair to sit next to the door, and then talked about family life. I listened to the conversation, and it was almost the same as yesterday, but she still laughed and laughed. The rain fell on their hands, and they didn't even realize it.
The rain is still coming down, and the sky is gently throwing it drop by drop into the alley, washing away the traces of history on the whitewashed walls and tiles. The delicate wood-carved windows were covered with small water droplets, crystal clear.
The rain fell, fell, from "tinkling" to "drip drip drip", and stopped without realizing it. The sun showed its face from the east, and the wildflowers and grasses came back to life. "The hut in the people's realm, without the noise of cars and horses", the alley has returned to the previous quiet.
rainy day essay 14Outside the window came the sound of raindrops slapping the window ledges.
It's raining! After clearing up for a few days, the heavens actually quietly changed their temper this morning and directly sprinkled a lot of water droplets on the ground.
The rain is not big, because it can also come from time to time the sound of birds, stand up and look out the window, a few unknown bird magpies in the bushes jumping to play, perhaps this is not too small rain also brought them a different kind of fun.
Not far from the construction site, the workers are still open as usual, but more types of work is in the house operation, I do not know in the way to go to work, they have not felt the rain drenching.
After the rain, the trees are still lush and look as if they have been washed by God, and they are new. The red and yellow wildflowers in the bushes are also very bright.
The red bricks on the ground also became more colorful.
At this time I do not know how many like me standing in front of the window sill looking at the rain, holding a cup of hot warm water.
Sometimes, give yourself some time to relax, just quietly enjoy the scenery in front of you, the mind will have a lot of flawed ideas.
Su Shi's "A Demoiselle in the rain" is also written in the rainy day, the same rain, different state of mind, different mindset of people see the world is also different.
Some of the cosmopolitan, optimistic, rainy days and sunny days have their unique beauty.
rainy day essay 15"clattering ......"
"pattering ...... "
It rains heavily, it rains lightly, it rains every day! It rains so much that everyone gets upset.
Because of the rain, the double holiday can only obediently stay at home, can not go anywhere, really boring! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The tadpoles in the creek looked up at the sky and muttered, "Where are the children? They don't come to see us anymore, we are so lonely!"
Because of the rain and cold weather, my anemone seeds have been sown in the soil for a long time, and there is no sign of germination. I look forward to it every day, I look forward to it ...... but God doesn't give a damn.
Because it rained non-stop, my iron plate body finally could not bear to fall down - got a bad cold! Dizziness, coughing, so hard! By the time I got to school everyone else had a cold too. "Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!" The coughing went on and on, like a choir. When I came to the hospital, it was crowded with people, and those kids were crying and making a lot of noise, making people feel on edge.
Because of the rainy weather, Miss Spring, who is afraid of cold, was late. The willows are not green, the spring flowers are not blooming, and you can't smell a bit of spring. Everyone frowned and said, "I'm really looking forward to the day when spring flowers bloom!"
"Clattering ......" "pattering ......" The rain is still falling, as if saying: "Take it easy! Take it easy! I'm being friends with you!"