A fragment describing the summer rain, describing the summer rain A paragraph

Summer rain. When you wake up in the morning and walk outside, you will find stagnant water everywhere, and in some places it can even block the progress of cars. Visible.

Last night was a downpour!

Looking at the pedestrians hurrying on the street, I felt the beauty of "the plan of the day lies in the morning". Look up at the sky and take a deep breath.

I took a breath and thought it would be pleasant, but I didn't feel the coolness, and instead I felt a sultry heat. Sky.

The clouds in the air seem to be moving, like sunny but not clear, and the air is mixed with the humid heat, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling, which can also be said to be a strong sense of depression, that is, the feeling that makes people breathless as if they are about to suffocate.

By noon, there was still no sign of sunshine or rain. The sky is still the same, but it feels like it is.

Getting lower and smaller, as if to wrap the person up. It's more than the sweltering heat of the morning.

The clouds in the sky are distributed in a chaotic manner, in all shapes, giving people the feeling of a rabble, and the color of the clouds, which is both black and gray, seems to be mixed with a hint of red, I think even a good painter may not be able to sketch this.

Kind of intricate painting.

Ay! What a long day! Living like a year should probably be more appropriate here. Finally pull at night! I.

When I walked to the balcony to get something, I felt a slight breeze blowing, and suddenly there was an indescribable refreshment, as if this.

The moment is long-awaited, and it feels like it will come. That's how the weather goes, and then it keeps and on.

The wind picked up and swept away the depression of the day. Suddenly there was a lightning bolt in the air, and it felt like a starting pistol, followed by a rumble.

The thunder seemed to open the world, and then the bean-like raindrops fell, and it seemed that the storm that had been suppressed for so long had to be 、、、 for the next three days and three nights

This rain is acute. It's cool and it's dense.

The rain with such a personality must be summer rain (summer rain). "Pap, papa, pap," such a vigorous and powerful voice is probably only so swift in Xia Yu.

The sky was suddenly cloudy, and the rain began to fall. No one can say when it rains in the summer. Lightning and thunder, wind and rain, and the cold of the summer rain will be felt with an umbrella.

People are panicked, worried: who will bring me an umbrella, stop the rain! Under the lights, the rain continued to fall.

Like a living child throwing himself into the warm arms of Mother Earth.

Immediately afterwards, the rain became more and more intense, the streets were sparsely populated, there were fewer vehicles, and the raindrops were like a bird yearning for the blue sky, falling unevenly. In the fields, the rain moistens the hungry crops; In the soil, the rain watering the dead branches and leaves of the flowers, this is really a "timely rain", if it rains a little earlier, the branches may fall. In the hazy rain, you will also feel cold.

Eventually, the rain stopped for a while, the sun lifted the cobweb-like clouds, and everything began to take on a new look. It's another day, it's a new beginning, come on, let's work together! Calling a window to the soul, you will feel the rain and fresh air, the fragrance of the earth, the brand-new high-rise buildings, and the world is completely new.

The rain came so fast and went so quickly, which is in response to the sentence: come in a hurry, go in a hurry. How beautiful the rain is, the beauty is not empty, it makes people's hearts feel more intimate and comfortable, the rain is like a woman rushing to buy fresh vegetables, and the rain makes the creatures on the earth get the long-lost rain.

What a summer rain! How can you let me speak!

I love Summer Rain (Summer Rain)!

After a while, heavy raindrops fell, hitting the glass windows. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I looked out through the glass window, and the sky and the earth seemed to be hung with an incomparably wide beaded curtain, a misty one.

The rain fell on the tiles of the opposite roof, splashing water like a thin layer of smoke over the roof. The rain flowed down the eaves and began to resemble beads with broken threads, gradually joining into a thread. More and more water on the ground merges into streams.

What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will definitely be cooing and drinking. It was as if I saw the rain flowing into the fields, into the orchards, into the hearts of the people.

The clouds dispersed, and the rain stopped. The sun illuminates the earth. I pushed open the window, and the smell of earth greeted me. The air is filtered and exceptionally fresh. The poplars and willows outside the window are washed by the rain, stretching their branches and leaves, and they are green and shiny, and they are very beautiful.

1. The wind is holding the rain stars, as if looking for something on the ground, and the east is end, and the west is bumping into each other. As soon as the pedestrians on the road found a place to shelter from the rain, the rain split and fell.

2. I made up a beautiful story for Xia Yu: A long, long time ago, a wedding was held in the sky, and it was the wedding of Father Lei and Mother Dian. A few years later, they gave birth to a cloud baby who shouted that he didn't like to take a bath.

Summer is coming, when Yun Baobao is making a fuss about not taking a bath, Lei Dad and Dian Mom are angry, blowing their beards and glaring at their eyes, thunder and lightning, Yun Baobao was so frightened that he shivered, so he had to take a bath, and it rained.

3. Lightning in the sky slashed down. As the minutes passed, the rain became sparse and lightened, and slowly, from large to small, it became a fine needle, slipping from the sky little by little. The sky is getting whiter and whiter, too.

4. Last night, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard a ticking sound. The spring rain is dripping and dripping, and it is ticking all night, what a uniform rhythm! Like a lullaby hummed by my mother, like a hymn to nature, I revel in its embrace.

I admired the rambling and fell asleep.

There is also a passage about the summer rain: the rain gradually decreases, the sun "lifts" the clouds, and the rainbow "hangs" on the horizon, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and there are many of them. The flowers exude a light fragrance and are refreshing.

The butterflies began to dance again, the bees began to collect honey diligently, the willow branches began to dance, and the birds began to sing, making people feel that after the summer rain is so beautiful, the sun gives us a bright world, and the summer rain gives us a refreshing world!

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it would never stop, and the trees swayed under the wind and the whip of the torrential rain, and the leaves flew in a great way, and the rain was so strong that it beat the sand on the ground.

The water in the ditch rose all at once, and the sound of the rain hitting the glass could be clearly heard in the room, but at home there was no outside visible, not only did it seem to be blocked by dark clouds in front of me, but the bigger obstacle was the barrier of the heavy rain, and the sight was blurred at all.

I only know that without my own knowledge, the tree is already bare, or it is full of leaves and debris. The sky is like a baby-faced person who never knows what the next moment will be, fickle.