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Write an unforgettable composition of 600 words.
I can't forget his clothes soaked in rain.

Gently open a window, quietly sip tea, let the flowers outside the window and the tea fragrance in this cup accompany me to meditate and aftertaste. In the long river of memory, there is a star that is the most dazzling, like a meteor in the sky that day. After that wonderful moment, it will never look back.

The wind chased the rain and the wind, and the wind and rain joined forces to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world was caught in a storm. The rain overturned the river and poured down violently.

I stood at the window and looked out, thinking: With such a strong wind and such a heavy rain, uncle postman will definitely not come. Alas, I can't read the newspaper today! Just then, I found a vague shadow in the wind and rain. A closer look shows that it is a cyclist. He hunched his back, braving the wind and rain, and pedaled his bike with great difficulty. As it approached, I clearly saw the man wearing a green hat and green clothes. As soon as I saw it, it was uncle postman! So I quickly took an umbrella and opened the door to meet him.

He was soaked to the skin and drenched by the rain; My face is wet, too. I don't know if it's sweat or rain. However, there is not even a figure in the street outside. Why doesn't he wear a raincoat? Look at the package again, and I will understand. It turns out that his raincoat is used to wrap parcels. I gratefully said to him, "Uncle Postman, thank you very much. It's raining heavily outside. I thought you wouldn't come? " Unexpectedly, he wiped the water droplets on his face and said with a smile, "Everyone should stick to their posts, not to mention that I like this job so much, how can I not come?" After that, he opened the parcel, took out a newspaper and magazine, and said to me, this is your Evening News tonight. I took those things and said to him, uncle postman, wait a minute. I'll find you a raincoat. He said, no, it's all wet anyway. Goodbye! He put the parcel away, raised his feet, got on his bike and rushed into the wind and rain. ...

It's still raining, but I saw a beautiful rainbow in the sky like a seven-color bridge from behind him. Very beautiful.