雷 雨
A sky full of dark clouds pressed down in blackness, the leaves on the trees swayed chaotically, while the flowers on the ground laughed and shook all over. Suddenly, it started to rain, the thunder was louder and louder, the rain was bigger and bigger, and the water on the ground was more and more. The water on the road spread over the soles of people's feet for a while, and they gathered together like a small stream flowing into the ground. Slowly the rain stops, open the window and the sober air comes to you, so comfortable! All of a sudden, a colorful rainbow appeared in the sky, really beautiful.
Thunderstorms
"Rumble -" a few bursts of thunder, black clouds like a group of galloping and roaring wild horses. A layer of roaming over the head, the more gathered thicker and thicker, the lower the pressure, as if standing on the roof of the building can tear a piece down. The sun scared not know where to hide, as if who once dialed the clock to the night, the world is dark.
It's going to rain! We ran back to the classroom. Unfortunately, the power went out again, and I couldn't see the teacher's face from two desks away, let alone the words on the blackboard.
Crackling! Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle! Copper-coin-sized raindrops beat rhythmically against the glass windows and iron tiles. "Ka-ching!" Another big blast of thunder! As if it had blown up the river in the sky, the pouring rain came down in torrents. A streak of lightning streaked by, and the branches of the trees swayed wildly in the storm. The roof of the house rose in a cloud of white mist, and the water from the eaves of the house flowed down like a mountain waterfall. In a short while, the streets and yards became a sea of water, the cars passed by splashing a meter-high wall of water, and the gusty winds set off a layer of water waves. At this moment, we seem to be sitting on a big boat that is breaking the waves in the wind and rain.
The sky is gradually bright, the rain is gradually small, fine rain like milky white fog, the forest grass flowing cool green.
The clouds dispersed, the sun came out, and everything in the earth was as filtered, fresh air, with the fragrance of flowers and grasses ......
Thunderstorms
Today, the weather was unusually sultry and hot, making people feel breathless, and I thought it would surely rain in a short time.
In a short while the sky was covered with dark clouds as if it was going to collapse, and the lightning swept across the sky with the sound of thunder, as if the whole sky had been split open, and the wind was not to be outdone, it was whistling and blowing, picking up the leaves of the dancing trees, and blowing the roots of the trees askew.
Heavy rain fell, bean-sized raindrops like broken pearls constantly falling, the rain is more and more big, the rain on the ground soon converged into a small stream "cackling" laughing, singing, jumping, running forward, raindrops like pearls, a handful of sprinkled on the surface of the river, the calm ripples on the surface of the water. The clever fish jumped out of the water, as if to suck on the pearls. Rain, like a whip, beating the buildings, trees and asphalt road. The rain fell incessantly, like a thousand needles and threads, sewing the sky together.
Heavy rain is like a child's face crying and laughing. This is not the rain said to stop, the air is extraordinarily fresh, the leaves become more green, the distant blue sky appeared in a rainbow, like a giant arch bridge across the sky. A gust of wind blew over cool.
2. The beginning is (the rain is still falling) essayThe rain is still falling, the fine rain fell in the water, rippling a circle of small ripples. The road in the rain, as if more than usual seem to be leisurely, the air in the rain, make people feel extra fresh. I held an umbrella and walked in the rain curtain ......
At this moment, I was in a trance and a little overwhelmed. Where should I walk to? Go home? I don't dare to face my parents' scolding. This weather can not walk anywhere, take the bus out of here ......
I waited at the bus station, watching a bus drive by, but hesitated to go up, will drive to where? Look at the bus stop sign, a row goes by, all unfamiliar locations.
It's a good idea to take the bus.
Alas, a cab flew by, splashing me with mud and water, and I cursed at the cab, and looked down to pat the dirt off my body. The driver of that cab heard what I said and turned to me and said, "Little girl, it's okay, right? Where are you going? Get in my car." I looked at him with an anxious look. Waving my hand, I refused him.
I leaned against the bus stop sign, and the pain in my heart couldn't help but flow out with my tears. Mom, mom cried. Seeing my mother cry, my heart hurt like being poured with chili water, and I couldn't bear to see my mother's continued vomiting, so I took my umbrella and ran out of the house. When I was about to run out of the house, I made up my mind not to go home. I am afraid, afraid to see again between the parents of the gap between the widening, I can only escape ...... I am afraid again, from now on can not see my parents, how to do, how to do?
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, I ran in the rain, fell in the pond, get up and continue to run, I want to go home. I wiped my tears as I ran in the direction of home, I dropped my umbrella and let the rain drip and beat.
"Mom!" I knocked hard on the door of the house and waited for a long time with no reply. I crouched in front of the house, head down, waiting for my mom to open the door. "Baby!" My body went backward in a flash. Turning my head, my mom's eyes were swollen from crying.
"Mom." "Don't say anything baby, mommy missed you!"
In this moment, the rain and tears washed away everything. I hugged my mom again.
3. How to write the beginning and the end of an essay describing rainThe beginning part of the rain in autumn: like the rain in autumn, it has a unique flavor.
Autumn rain, following a piece of fallen leaves, mischievously swirling; Autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently, hitting your face, like a warm silk scarf across . Autumn rain, a small rain, but can go down all day. It is not like summer, the air is filled with that fresh smell of grass; it has no flavor, but it can bring people a fresh feeling.
The end: a cold wind blew and the rain stopped. I don't know why, I like autumn so much, it seems to be because, I was born in autumn.
Autumn gives me emotions. Love the rain in the fall, how gentle it is.
Love to read books quietly by myself, maybe it is the quietness that autumn gives me. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I look up at the sky, a trace of rain on my face, how warm! Full text: love the rain in the fall, it has a unique flavor.
Autumn rain, following a piece of fallen leaves, mischievous whirl; autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently, hit your face, like a warm silk scarf across. Autumn rain, a small rain, but can go down all day. It is not like summer, the air is filled with that fresh smell of grass; it does not have any flavor, but can bring people a fresh feeling.
These days, every morning, I can feel such freshness. Walking in the rain, the thousands of threads, crossed, drifted onto my face and into my eyes.
Solely discarded the umbrella, think, so beautiful rain, why not go to enjoy it? The rain seems to be like a person to tell its sorrow, to tell the endless grievances, it is so light. The people in the rain, walking in a hurry, but ignored this beautiful everything.
Well, is this a dream? I wish I could gently touch this raindrop, but it is so small. A gust of wind blew, the raindrops like a naughty child, running forward, running ...... Perhaps the autumn rain is more sentimental like a young girl, it is gently pathetic, it is so meticulous.
The crystal dew on the fallen leaves flashed, flashed ...... the ground was wet by them, one puddle after another, floating leaves, like small boats. The raindrops, however, jumped around one after another, and the sky's face became even more gloomy; it seemed to be angry.
The raindrops grew larger, yet still light, and with a graceful turn, fell to the ground. A cold wind blew and the rain stopped.
I don't know why, I like autumn so much, it seems to be because, I was born in autumn. Autumn gives me emotions.
Love the rain in the fall, how gentle it is. Love to read a book quietly by myself, maybe it is the quietness that autumn gives me.
Standing in the cold autumn wind, I look up at the sky, a trace of rain on my face, how warm! The beginning part of this fall rain: crying all night autumn rain cried out a foggy morning. The whole city is full of gloomy mood, extremely reluctant to open the sleepy eyes.
Moist air, drizzle. Holding a transparent umbrella, walking aimlessly in the rain.
The rain fell quietly, and the pedestrians on the street with umbrellas were sparse, but I was out of place with them, constituting a sad picture. The trees along the roadside, representing the prosperity of the past summer, have now become like the remains of ancient Roman buildings, cowering in the autumn rain, remembering the glorious past.
The leaves of the trees are gradually yellowing, and as the wanton raindrops beat down on them, they *** utter a 'snapping' wail. The grass has turned to a melancholy pale yellow, and not a single fresh flower can be found underground.
The grass hangs its head, with eyes full of teardrops, where it sighs their thin life, just like: 'Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Geng Geng autumn lamps autumn night is long, already feel the sorrow of the autumn window is not complete, that can be the wind and rain to help bleak! The surrounding tall buildings look more solemn in this rain, they stand there silently, accepting this baptism of autumn. End part: Rainy days always evoke too many sad memories.
The umbrella fell to one side, closed my eyes and felt the rain. Sentimental raindrops follow your hair, flow slowly in the air, coalesce, fall, and spread.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, blurring my vision, blurring my memories, and hitting me in the heart. Perhaps the lonely people understand the mood of the rain, but hopefully it will not be flooded in my psyche.
The dark clouds in front of me can not see the light of the dome, but should always believe that there will be sunny days after the rain. If you suffer, you should also believe that after the tears of life, there is a rain washed clear.
Steady steps, despite the muddy road in the rain. Full text: this fall rain! Crying all night the fall rain cried out a foggy morning.
The whole city, full of gloom, opened its sleepy eyes with great reluctance. The humid air, the drizzle pattered.
Holding a transparent umbrella, walking aimlessly in the rain. The rain fell quietly, the street umbrella pedestrians sparse, and I was with them but seemingly out of place, constituting a sad picture.
The trees along the roadside, representing the prosperity of the past summer, have now become like the remains of ancient Roman buildings, shrinking in the autumn rain, remembering the glorious past. Gradually yellowing leaves, wanton raindrops hit them, they *** out of the 'snap' wail.
The color of the grass had turned to a melancholy pale yellow, and not a single fresh flower could be found underground. Grass hanging head, with eyes full of teardrops, where they sigh their thin life, just like: 'Autumn flowers miserable autumn grass yellow, Geng Geng autumn lamp autumn night long, already feel the autumn window sorrow is not complete, that can wind and rain to help bleak! The surrounding tall buildings look more solemn in this rain, they stand there silently, accepting this baptism of autumn.
A shake, shake to the bus station. Standing and staring, see the car people gradually more and less, see the station people gathered scattered.
Sucking in the air with a faint fragrance of osmanthus, listening to a pair of lovers beside the lingering words of love, like the rain is delicate, like the rain is sentimental. The lingering and sentimental rain, diffused into a gentle atmosphere, heaven and earth scattered romantic feelings surrounded me.
I can't help but reach out and feel the temperature of the raindrops, but the palm of my hand is a touch cold. I can't help but feel the warmth of the raindrops in my hand, but it's a little cold in my hand.
Just feel the sky is too gray, the rain fell from the sky, close your eyes tightly. The rain did not fall on the face, but on the umbrella.
The posture of looking up seems delicious. So I looked down at the ground, the damp red tiles, emitting the color of *** pig's blood and the white canvas shoes under my feet in sharp contrast.
Rainy days always evoke too many sad memories. The umbrella fell to one side, closed my eyes and felt the rain.
The sad raindrops run down your hair.
4. It's Raining Essay Writing Scenery How to write a better beginning and endingSpring rain:
1 Listen to the pattering sound, listen to the crackling crash. This is what we are familiar with the symphony played by the spring rain. Spring rain, gives us vitality, it gives the world with vigor.
Spring rain moisturizes the earth, and the earth sucks up the spring rain.
Under the shower of spring rain, the grass breaks out of the earth's boundaries and pokes its head out to welcome another season of flowers.
In the drizzle, Ms. Willow could not resist the temptation of the spring rain, but also came to add a lot of vitality to the earth; it waved its dance skirt, so that people to evaluate the dance of the spring girl with him.
In the crystal clear ''pearl'' under the flowers is not less than their own unique part of the charm, the needle fine spring rain fell on the flowers, rolling in the flowers, can not help but let people look at the detailed view.
Pine shirt these evergreen trees, but also in the spring rain bath occurred a very big change, they put on a new green dress, serious face in front, their own supervisors to guard their posts.
Looking at the spring rain, I thought: the year's plan is in the spring, we must cherish the present spring, so that the spring rain bathed our growth, and contribute to the cause of the construction of the motherland.
2 Spring rain, is a key, it carries the sweet and fragrant, gently, gently, while you have a little attention, the spring door opened.
The rain of spring has a box of colorful paints. Look, it gave the pink color to the peach tree, pink peach blossom like a girl's face, smiling there. It gave the white color to the pear tree, and the white pear blossoms hung there like a very small white handkerchief. The spring flower girl gets more colors, golden, light yellow, orange 。。。。。。。。 The pretty spring flower girl nods her head frequently in the spring rain.
Spring rain hides a very nice smell. Spring flowers smell good, and apricot flowers, moon flowers. There are so many fragrant odors that are hiding in the little raindrops! Children's feet are often hooked by the scent.
Spring rain blows a colorful trumpet, which tells everyone that summer is coming. People put on half-sleeves, and the willows and poplars spew out poplar and willow flakes for the little ones to play with.
Summer Rain
1 Today, I was standing on my balcony blowing in the wind. Suddenly, a few raindrops fell on my head. Before I could catch my breath, the downpour was already coming down like crazy. I was caught off guard, my clothes were soaked by the rain, and I hurriedly ran into the house. It's strange, not only did I not get angry, but I was interested in the rain and wanted to enjoy it.
Summer rain is really different, as if the summer girl's soybean tears, along with her tricky, *** temper, said down, and the explosive force is very strong, so people caught off guard. Look at the ground, the rain hit the ground hard, flooded with countless blisters, as if the summer girl is venting the heart of the unhappy.
Then look at the sky, but it is not good, the sky clouds are like a reinless horse, such as the tide rolled in, swallowed the whole blue sky, do not leave a gap. From time to time, a blinding lightning broke through the sky, followed by a burst of explosion-like thunder, visible summer girl's anger has reached the end.
Watching, the rain fell harder and harder, a layer of rain curtains to cover the window so tightly that the outside is almost impossible to see.
Said to come, said to go she left. It hadn't been raining for long before the rain slowly stopped, the clouds dispersed a bit, and the thunder became less and less frequent. I opened the door on the balcony again and stepped out, a cool breeze came over me, much stronger than the one before the rain. The rainwater on the roof rushed down, intertwining into a melodious symphony. It seemed that the summer girl was in a much better mood, too.
Summer rain is so strange, funny and lovely in its strangeness.
2 In a sultry summer, I was on the balcony of my house and suddenly saw dark clouds, yellow sand in the sky, and a dim, frightening, so that it can be called "the mountain rain is full of buildings".
"Snap ...... wow ...... boom boom boom ...... ." "Wow!" I exclaimed in surprise, "Here comes the Legion of the Great Storm." At once, the lightning illuminated the rain, the thunder cheered the rain, the wind made way for the rain, and the big rainstorms roared in. Some of them rushed into the pond, the water in the pond quickly diffused up; some drilled into the soil, the soil in a while to drink their fill; there are also ran to the plants there, the plants become nourished and lush ......
When the rain regiments went home, the roof of the building rain is still clattering through the downpipes rushed to the ground when the sky, became clear; the clouds , became clear, the sky also erected a colorful, colorful rainbow it! Count them, red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, purple, exactly seven colors. After the rain, this makes me can not help but think of a saying, "do not go through the storm, how to see the rainbow."
5. Describe the beginning and ending of the rainThe end of the essay on rain Part 1 The opening part: like the rain in autumn, it has a unique flavor.
The rain in the fall, following a piece of fallen leaves, mischievously swirling; the rain in the fall, thin, like silk threads, gently, hitting your face, like a warm silk scarf across . Autumn rain, a small rain, but can go down all day. It is not like summer, the air is filled with that fresh smell of grass; it has no flavor, but it can bring people a fresh feeling.
The end: a cold wind blew and the rain stopped. I don't know why, I like autumn so much, it seems to be because, I was born in autumn.
Autumn gives me emotions. Love the rain in the fall, how gentle it is.
Love to read books quietly by myself, maybe it is the quietness that autumn gives me. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I look up at the sky, a trace of rain on my face, how warm! Full text: Love the rain in the fall, it has a unique flavor.
Autumn rain, following a piece of fallen leaves, mischievous whirl; autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently, hit your face, like a warm silk scarf across. Autumn rain, a small rain, but can go down all day. It is not like summer, the air is filled with that fresh smell of grass; it has no flavor, but can bring people a fresh feeling.
These days, every morning, I can feel such freshness. Walking in the rain, the thousands of threads, crossed, drifted onto my face and into my eyes.
Solely discarded the umbrella, think, so beautiful rain, why not go to enjoy it? The rain seems to be like a person to tell its sorrow, to tell the endless grievances, it is so light. The people in the rain, walking in a hurry, but ignored this beautiful everything.
Well, is this a dream? I really want to gently touch the raindrops, but it is so school A gust of wind blew, the rain like a naughty child, running forward, running ...... Perhaps the autumn rain is more like a young girl as sentimental, it is gently pathetic, it is so meticulous. Crystalline dew on the fallen leaves flashing, flashing ...... The ground was wet by them, one puddle after another, floating leaves, like small boats.
The raindrops, however, jumped around one after another, and the sky's face became even more gloomy, and it seemed to be angry. The raindrops became bigger, yet still so light, and with a graceful turn, they fell to the ground.
A cold wind blew, and the rain stopped. I don't know why, I like autumn so much, it seems to be because, I was born in autumn.
Autumn gives me emotions. Love the rain in the fall, how gentle it is.
Love to read books quietly by myself, maybe it is the quietness that autumn gives me. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I looked up at the sky, a trace of rain on my face, how warm! The end of the essay on rain Part 2 The opening part: the autumn rain that cried all night cried out a foggy morning.
The whole city is full of gloomy mood, very reluctant to open the sleepy eyes. The humid air, the drizzle pattered.
Holding a transparent umbrella, walking aimlessly in the rain. The rain fell quietly, the street umbrella pedestrians sparse, and I was with them but seemingly out of place, constituting a sad picture.
The trees along the roadside, representing the prosperity of the past summer, have now become like the remains of ancient Roman buildings, shrinking in the autumn rain, remembering the glorious past. Gradually yellowing leaves, wanton raindrops hit them, they *** out 'snap' wail.
The color of the grass had turned to a melancholy pale yellow, and not a single fresh flower could be found underground. Grass hanging head, with eyes full of teardrops, where they sigh their thin life, just like: 'Autumn flowers miserable autumn grass yellow, Geng Geng autumn lamp autumn night long, already feel the autumn window sorrow is not complete, that can wind and rain to help bleak! The surrounding tall buildings look more solemn in this rain, they stand there silently, accepting this baptism of autumn.
End part: rainy days always evoke too many sad memories. The umbrella fell to one side, closed my eyes and felt the rain.
The sad raindrops flowed down the hair, slowly flowed in the air, coalesced, fell, and spread. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, blurring the vision, blurring the memory, and hitting into my heart.
Perhaps lonely people understand the mood of the rain, but I hope it will not be flooded in my psyche. The dark clouds in front of me can not see the light of the dome, but should always believe that there will be a sunny day after the rain.
If you are suffering, you should also believe that after the tears of life, there will be rain washed clear. The first thing you need to do is to get your feet on the ground, even though the muddy road is in the rain.
The end of the essay on rain Part 3 The day, cloudy and gloomy, when the school is over, it is raining lightly, I hastened to reach out my hand, the tiny raindrops like tickling me, a moment to hit me on the head, a moment to hit my face, a moment to hit the heart of my hand ...... make me itchy all over my body, . The more the rain falls, like a small bean, hit the canopy Ding Ding Dong Dong straight sound, like singing a happy song.
The people on the street are not in a hurry to hide from the rain, and slowly enjoy the coolness brought by the raindrops. The ground is wet by the rain, the leaves slowly become more green, more dry and quiet, dry for many days of flowers finally "drink" to the sweet water droplets, and stretch the beautiful petals.
Nightfall, the first lights, the rain fell more, like countless silver lines, the ground uneven place into a puddle, the rain fell on the inside, it splashed a small ripple. I like the rain in the fall, it has a unique flavor.
Autumn rain, following a piece of fallen leaves, mischievous whirl; autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently, hit your face, like a warm silk scarf across. Autumn rain, a small rain, but can go down all day.
It is not like summer, the air is filled with that fresh smell of grass; it has no flavor, but it brings a fresh feeling. These days, every morning, I can feel such freshness.
Walking in the rain, the thousands of threads, crossed, drifted to the face, to the eyes. Simply throw away the umbrella, think about it, such a beautiful rain, why not go to enjoy it? The rain seems to be like a person to tell its sorrow, to tell the endless grievances, it is so light.
People in the rain, walking hurriedly, but ignored this beautiful everything. Hehe, is this a dream? I really want to gently touch this raindrop, but it is so small.
A gust of wind blew, the raindrops like a naughty child, running forward, running ...... Perhaps the autumn rain is more sentimental like a young girl, it gently can.