It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. Beautiful flowers in the rain, just like wearing a crystal dress, are more delicate and charming. Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are like bright pearls, dazzling, and seem to be more beautiful than gems and diamond rings. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, and once they get up and down, they look like willow trees dancing with water droplets.
After the baptism of spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves are green, the spring flowers are in full bloom and the grass is full of vitality. Naughty Mao Mao rain, began to float, straight to the steaming pedestrian's face, giving people a cool feeling. Didi Didi. This sound is light and soft, like the sound of grain seeds sprouting, like the sound of grass growing leaves, like the sound of soil on the tip of bamboo shoots ... it is obviously spring rain, isn't it a symbol of the gentle character of spring? Fine rain silk is woven into a huge rain curtain, which connects heaven and earth and splashes the scenery on the ground.
A storm is coming! As soon as the wind blows, the rain curtain floats from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, people are laughing and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing.
It happened that the weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao around three o'clock. The rain slowly fell on my face like smoke. Raindrops are heavy and fall obliquely on the windowsill with the wind, and watermarks immediately appear on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the intermittent sound, and I can't feel the sound of rain dripping. The rain kept pouring down, and the raindrops kept hitting the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky, drenching the earth.
People are wearing colorful umbrellas. Looking from upstairs, they see umbrellas moving in the rain, colorful, just like a beautiful watercolor painting. Rain flows down the steep slope like a river, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang. The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge silk, dancing between heaven and earth.
It rained for a long time. Today, I lay on my desk and looked out of the window. The rain doll is quietly falling to the ground. You see, raindrops fall on the river, and the river reveals a whirlpool of laughter. There are few pedestrians on the road. Wearing raincoats and umbrellas, they hurried on. Listen, the rain falls on the leaves and makes a rustling sound. This is rain bathing green leaves. Raindrops still fall on the eaves, in the Kaminowada field on the roof, singing happily.
Walking on the road after the rain, the air is filled with a moist fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and particularly comfortable. The grass and green trees on the roadside have been washed greener by the rain. A few drops of crystal clear water drops, stained with peach blossoms on the roadside, are particularly beautiful. The river has just sprouted, making people feel foggy green, and water drops are dripping along the eaves like broken pearls. Drops of water drop into a small puddle, making an unusually crisp sound-ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong. The rain in early winter and early spring is a magician.
You see, those pink flowers, some of which are covered with raindrops, hang their heads like shy little girls; Some really can't hold on, so they become little fairies, flying down from the flowers. Class is over, and the students all come to pick up Xiaohua. I know that it won't be long before the small green leaves will climb the branches. How beautiful! Where do the snails and earthworms come from? They heard the rustle of rain and crawled in front of you.
The snail leaned out of its curious little head and looked around. A classmate touched it with his hand, and it slowly shrank back. Swallows always fly very low in light rain. I guess it must be catching small flying insects! Spring rain is singing. Spring rain is singing in the stream. The sound of flowing water is its wonderful song. Its singing is intoxicating. Its song spins on the clear and transparent water like blue glass for a while, then it dives into the water, wakes up the lazy turtle, wakes up the little goldfish who is resting, finds the little tadpoles who are creating Haruka, and invites them to play together on the water ... Since the thunderstorm started at noon yesterday, the air seems very dull.
It should still be bright by five o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already dark at this time yesterday. The sky is overcast and it's going to rain heavily.
Everyone is busy taking all the clothes and quilts out to dry home. Birds also flock to the nest. Sasha vujacic, it's raining. I looked out from the balcony, alas, our dried beans have not been confiscated yet! I forgot to bring my umbrella, so I immediately ran down to collect beans. It was already raining heavily. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and made me tremble. Torrential rain and thick raindrops hit the glass window, "beep beep straight ring."
There is an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, which is vast and boundless. The rain fell on the opposite roof and splashed all over it. The rain began to flow down the eaves like a broken bead and gradually became a line. More and more water on the ground has merged into streams. The dripping road is like a sparkling river. The umbrella held by people who have to go out is like petals floating on water waves; Occasionally passing vehicles are like boats shuttling through the water waves.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and a huge bead curtain hangs between heaven and earth, which is a blur. Lightning and thunder, heavy rain, such as the milky way burst, poured down fiercely. I'm really worried that the whole earth will be swallowed up by heavy rain. Looking out through the window, under the eaves, the big trees are full of people who take shelter from the rain, but the big trees don't seem to mean to take shelter from the rain at all. They swayed from side to side and from side to side, letting raindrops turn them into a drowned rat.
They can only look at the rain and sigh: "This weather is really unlucky for me!" There are not many pedestrians in the streets. Occasionally, a few people who are in a hurry to go home, even under an umbrella, are like drunk people. They were staggered by the strong wind and still inevitably got wet. The wind whipped countless whips of rain on the window glass and knocked the window "snapped". Rain got into the house through the gap in the window, and my mother quickly used paper towels to keep out the rain ... Spring rain came, spring came, and many colorful flowers came out of the ground.
It began to rain lightly. The spring rain came to the grass again, and the green grass opened its mouth happily when it saw her coming. Sister Chunyu has brought a lot of joy and happiness to Spring, and we all welcome her. Spring rain rustles in the sky and underground. She came to the river and drew some circles on it. I came to the flowers again, as if to say to the flowers: "flowers, flowers, I am coming!" " "Flowers nodded and smiled happily:" Sister Chunyu, come and give me a bath. "
The spring rain came to the willow again and said, "willow, willow, I'm going to slip." Spring rain is really naughty! Rain scene Rain falls on the world like thousands of pearls. Tiny water drops are sprinkled on the petals as delicate as rouge in the street, and they keep rolling and gathering, and thousands of sparkling "pearls" appear on the petals.
Through the pearl rain curtain, I saw colorful umbrellas on the overpass forming a slowly flowing rainbow in the rain curtain, and people without umbrellas ran under the eaves to shelter from the rain. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the ground is wet. It is no longer a small point, but a shining point, and then it merges into a shining point ... and the dry ground can no longer be found. The wind with rain star, like looking for something on the ground, hit from east to west.
Listen to the sound of rain: when the rain is small and slow, it is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, making a slight "rustling" sound, sometimes "ding"