What are the sentences for sending friends on rainy days?

According to the different degrees of rain, I arranged some copywriting for you, heavy rain, light rain, Mao Mao rain ~

Heavy rain article

Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.

Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.

The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.

Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls thrown by someone, splashing high; It fell straight like a sieve bean, breaking the mirror-like lake and scaring away the small fish who wanted to jump on the water to watch the rain. Thick raindrops hit people's windows hard.

The rain is getting heavier, more urgent and more oblique. In a short time, the water on the ground became a river.

Light rain:

The wind in July and the rain in August can't like you far away.

The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the roof with you to shelter from the rain.

The sound of rain falling on the leaves and dripping from the leaves to the ground is so familiar and unfamiliar, so the cutting is so far away.

It's raining, I don't know who you are holding an umbrella for, and whose temperature is in your arms.

It's raining, so you can take an umbrella. It's raining, what should I do?

It was only because of the rain that I suddenly thought of you.

Slight rain in Mao Mao, rain in Mao Mao. Light rain, quiet and simple mountain spring, with continuous poetry; The light rain all over the sky is not gloomy and sad, only fresh and green.

Misty rain, I want to sprinkle it, I wrote down the richness, charm and smell of rain.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

The light rain rustled into the river and brought wonderful music to the fish.

Rain in Mao Mao:

The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.

It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

I like this endless drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. It is not as ruthless as a rainstorm, nor as moody as a thunderstorm, nor as violent as a typhoon. It is more like a gentle and lovely angel.

The gentle spring rain gently stroked my hair tips, as refreshing and comfortable as bathing in nature.

Drizzle, rustling underground, like a transparent silver needle, falling from the sky, decorating the valley of Qian Shan, and like bright pearls, falling one after another, inlaid with green fields.

It grows here, nourished by the spring rain. As the ancient poem says: the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass in the distance is near.

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

I miss you on a rainy night.

It began to rain in Mao Mao, which is the weather I hate.