The morning rainstorm is a hundred flowers, splashing silver bells all over the place.
The river is full of people, and the pedestrians are alone with their umbrellas.
Rainstorm from the early morning, covered the sky, sparse, grass like drunk in the breeze shaking, oleander, peony, pomegranate, gardenia, acacia, magnolia, etc. After the wind and rain baptism, the remnants of the flowers and leaves have fallen, the few remaining, appear more fresh and gorgeous, or things are rare for the precious it.
Rainwater convergence on the ground, more and more, the city's water always seems to be overwhelmed, the formation of a thousand miles of water, the scene of ten thousand rivers, the rain fell again, it splashed on the water surface like silver bells like bubbles, one after another, silver glittering, on the ground in the joy of playing a beautiful melody.
The road is also full of water, with mud and sand like a river to the low-lying places in a hurry, in the low-lying places gathered puddles, the roadside canals is more lively, leaves, petals, dead branches, mud and sand hastily converge into the water flow, scrambling to the low-lying places, as if where to hold a grand party.
Occasionally, a pedestrian walks by with his umbrella up, hesitantly hovering by the puddle, the line is lonely, the rain wetting the corner of his coat cooter, and only a few shoelaces on his bare feet are visible under the water. He is regretting not to get things done early, have to come out in the rainy day to do business, but he forgot that everything has a marriage, the sky dialing the ground, people count as much as the sky counting.
The rainstorm essay 2
Songyuan big rainstorm, really appreciate the flavor of the sea. The car line, the rain like waves to the sidewalk, a 'wave'......
Don't expect to take a taxi or public transportation, any vehicle this time has been difficult to protect themselves, there can be a road home I've been very content, those drowned in the road. The car in the center of the road, I do not know when to wait? The owner of the car is in a much worse mood than I am at the moment!
Walmart Supermarket intersection gathered a lot of people, looking at the water to the knee to cross the road pedestrians, indeed, some afraid, really worried about how to go home ......
From the company out of the road in the past can not go, from the East Town Pedestrian Street inside the circle out, along the construction of the B12, B11 building along the roots of the wall, stepping on the mud and weeds trees, enduring the mud, and the water, and the water, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water. Seeing the water on the road is a sea, half a day to walk to the north gate of the town of East here, in order to less water, but also from the gate of the inner side around a large distance, carrying bags, umbrellas, but also carry the hem of a long skirt, stepping on the mud, lest fall ...... At this time I suddenly noticed that the crowd of three to five, separated by the water, there is no one umbrella, I still nervous to hold the umbrella, but also the water, the water, the water, the water, the water and the water. My umbrella is still nervous to hold it ......
After the East Town gate road is much better, more attention moved to the road, trying to find a place where the water is a little shallow, over the crosswalk to go, the result is still walking to the second kindergarten location, trips through the water it can be a road is very good.
Fujiangyuan small square here, singing and dancing, people are still immersed in the melody of the square dance, but did not know that side has been flooded to walk. The difference is so big! ......
Finally, I'm home, and I feel so warm! The feeling of happiness was born
rainstorm essay essays 3Fu Lijuan shopping party return, heard a sound from the window to come, put up their ears and listen to it, said "yelp!" The first ten thousand drums to chirp, suddenly ten thousand horses and gallop, such as the war will come, the wind gathered clouds to. Its smell in the thing also, banging, gold and iron all sound; and as the crowd of bandits, with shield wildly running, the great danger will come, man and horse manipulation. I open the window and see: "black clouds gather, lightning and thunder, gale, pouring rain." Pause for a moment and said "woo-hoo sad! This rainstorm also, Hu for and to? Covered by the storm of torrential rain also, its sound shocked the sky, whistling and come; its appearance of chaos, wind and rain damage; its gas is cold, hit people's hearts; its realm of lonesome, flower residual leaf trailing. Therefore, its color is also, the world fell into prison, prosperous dial ink.
The wood is happy and joyful, the flowers are beautiful and release, the wood is subjected to the swaying, the flowers have suffered from the tune down. It is so devastating, cover its fierce. The rainstorm, the executioner also, the time for the sun; bandit elephant also , in line with the fire; is the spirit of heaven and earth, often to kill and serve the masses. The sky of things, spring and fall. Therefore, it is also in the music, the corner of the master of the sound of the East, too tuft for the law of March. Angle, also by, things are happy and when the chase; tufts, also poly, things when by and gathered. Contempt, the human spirit of the spirit of all souls, want to protect the grass and trees to compete for glory and can not. Things will decline, but also why hate to call the destruction of thunderstorms?
storm prose essays 4Early this morning up to see the sky gray, the weather forecast also shows a big storm to heavy rain, I can not help but worry about the students, the rain on the road, water, students slip and fall how to do? The time for class is approaching, and students are entering the classroom one after another, and I am very touched that no one is absent because of the weather conditions.
In the afternoon, the weather was still uncertain, and the children came one after another. The children had their first art class, singing and playing games. The third grade has a child has been waiting until the class did not come, a few teachers are very anxious, the parents can not be contacted, so we have to wait for tomorrow's news. Waiting for the end of the school day, the sky is terribly cloudy, the wind is sounding, a few small duty students stayed behind to do sanitation, we several teachers to see the situation and rushed to send them out of the school door, urged them to pay attention to safety on the road, after seeing them leave, we a few classrooms cleaned up, but still can not help but worry about their safety, the rain is slowly getting heavier, a child did not have an umbrella stood at the door waiting anxiously, a teacher to pick up the umbrella and the child into the heavy rain, and then the child without saying a word, and the teacher took the umbrella and the child went into the rain. The child went into the rain and sent him home.
The rain is merciless, and I feel that everything is worth it when I see the smiling faces of the children!
Heavy Rain Prose Essay 5Today, still sunny, outside the window, blue blue blue sky floating with white clouds; washed by the rain trees extra verdant ...... I leaned in front of the window, look at the blue sky, white clouds, look at the birds in the sky free and easy to skim... ...Outside the window, there is a charming landscape; inside the window, there is my curled up 'body, and the waves of my mood. Last night at ten o'clock, I just got off work, walking on the way home, in an instant, thunder and lightning, pouring rain, dense layers of rain curtains from the sky, I hold a small umbrella how to beat the wind and rain crazy? In the wind, in the rain, in the darkness of the night, my clothes all wet, wet clothes wrapped around my skinny body, a big gust of wind attacked me, cold me straight shivering. Heavy rain poured down, unbridled across my body, I took a hobbling step in the rain creeping walking .......... The dark night, the relentless wind and rain surrounded me, in this moment, the sky is dark, my mind is blank, I can not seem to find the way home. In the rain, I walked for a long, long time, like a lost lamb unable to find its way home. I stumbled forward, wet and wretched. On this night, walking alone in the pale, rainy night, I couldn't help but cry, I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears that poured over my body and mind. I have not cried so sadly for a long, long time, walking through the mottled years, seems to have forgotten to cry, the fragile heart slowly become tough, told myself: do not cry! And in this moment tears pour like rain. The city is so big, I am like a lonely boat, in order to live, drifting around, what am I chasing? A day passes, a year passes, let the tears buried in the bottom of the heart ..... The wind stopped, the rain stopped, the day dawned, I woke up. The sun shines outside the window, illuminating my cold heart. "Yawn", the nose and tears flowed out again, last night's that torrential rain, watered me through, let me suffer from wind chill.
People on the journey, wind and rain, whether it is a violent storm, or sunny day, walk through, the front is a sunny day!