It's raining, and the composition is about 600 words.

It's raining, the composition is about 600 words, and there are 5 high school students.

Rain is also a short temper. It comes when it says, and leaves when it says. No, I was just about to go out to play. The rain doll made the dark clouds rain heavily, and the rain stopped when I was about to go out. The following is a 600-word example of a rainy day composition I collected for you. I hope you like it.

It is raining. I like rain very much. I live in the south, maybe it's humid there, and I like the countless boundaries of rivers.

The rain in spring feels fresh. Walking in the rain is also my favorite. It doesn't rain much. It fell on my arm like soft hair, and my face was cold, but it was a very comfortable feeling. In the forest, on the road, beside the grass, a soft spring breeze blows, bringing a fresh and intoxicating fragrance from the soil with grass roots.

Children run with windmills in the spring rain. The windmills turn around and run on the grass, and the oncoming wind caresses them with sporadic raindrops. Looks tired, running and jumping. Occasionally I fall to the ground, but I just can't get up. In the embrace of this spring, I gradually fell asleep on the grass filled with flowers. Spring rain fell on the earth, wet the frozen land, and the soil was full of vitality, awakening everything, and everything was wiped completely new by this small spring rain. Spring rain is the messenger of spring. After its nourishment, flower of life blooms. Spring rain, very soft, very soft, dotted with raindrops, everywhere.

It's rain, too. I like summer rain in the south, too. This is a kind of rain with backbone, which comes very quickly and violently. There may be a rainstorm under the clear sky just now, and it is uncertain how long it will last. Maybe it will rain for several days at a time, even if the river bank is flooded by rising water, there is no intention to stop. The rain is also very heavy, like countless beads, falling from the sky, hitting the crown and leaves. Encouraged by strong winds and lightning, the rain is even heavier, and it keeps falling, so that the crown and leaves are hit by it. It is also a spring rain, but Yu Xia's personality is completely different from that of a spring rain.

After the rainstorm, the city can always see colorful and beautiful rainbows, just like the gifts given to people by the rainstorm. Children can't help screaming when they see the rainbow: Wow! Rainbow! So, I stopped and looked up with my friends to appreciate the beauty of the rainbow. The road was washed clean after the rain, as was the whole city. There is usually water on the road. Naughty children see it and jump around in the water, and the splashing water will bloom everywhere. The drifting child saw it, first looked at it curiously, and then jumped around in the water with him. Even if someone falls, it will not affect their interest at all. They got up from the ground and started jumping around again. As everyone knows, the whole body was soaked by the splashing water.

I like rain. Spring rain is gentle and delicate, bringing vitality to everything. The rain in summer is very heavy and strong, which eliminates people's floating and dry mood in summer and drives away the heat in summer.

I like rain because it enriches my life and nourishes everything in the world. Rest quietly in the rain, it will always eliminate my troubles and take away my worries.

I like rain, rain in the south.

When I was a child, I didn't like rain very much. I can't go out to play because of the rain. You'll get dirty ... remember, as long as it rains. You can spray people with a toy water gun like a prank without being found.

When I grow up, I understand a lot. I know what rain is and where it comes from. I also know that rain has always been the darling of literati. They compare rain to ox hair and fine needles. Compared with the flying snow ... they divided the rain into Mao Mao rain, misty rain, light rain and light rain ... They wrote Rain, Flying on a Sail, Xiao Lou Listening to Spring Rain All Night, Tick-tock until dawn. There is nothing but rain, so I began to appreciate the beauty of rain. I like walking in the drizzle best. Raindrops gently brushed the face, giving people a faint coolness. Raindrops gently touch the clothes, dense and soft, which makes people feel a little warm. A person walks in the rain with colorful umbrellas, quietly watching colorful rain fall, quietly watching the rain spread obliquely, quietly watching the rain cover the whole sky and occupy the whole earth, just like dreaming, you will feel that everything around you is so calm and soft. So unconsciously, there is a kind of maturity, a kind of purification and a kind of meditation. When you are in a bad mood, you most expect a heavy rain. Let the rain beat on my eardrum and watch the rain curtain wash the earth. The troubles and obstacles in my heart seem to have been washed away by mud. There is a sense of pride in his chest. Heavy rain is like a piece of paper, like the ups and downs of life. After the storm, a colorful bridge will appear. Standing in front of the window, watching the thunder and lightning, watching the waterfall pour and letting the wind blow, everything at this time is just a majestic momentum. When everything is calm, there will be a warm heart. The most beautiful thing in the rain is listening to the rain.

The ancients looked at the rain in various ways, but they didn't know that listening to the rain was unique. I closed my eyes and listened to the downpour, as if playing a magnificent symphony; After listening to the small words, I remembered Bai Juyi's good sentence "like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade"; I vaguely heard the rain before going to bed, as if I were playing a lullaby: I woke up and listened to the rain, and I couldn't help feeling "how much do I know?" The rain is noisy and intermittent, like a stream, like a whisper, like a waterfall, like a song. Reading in the rain is the most suitable, without the interruption of guests and the noise of idle people. Sitting alone in the room, holding a scroll, occupying the tranquility of this dilapidated room, accompanied by the sound of showers outside, let your thoughts gallop in the sky, let your imagination travel through time and space, the wind and rain outside the window, the self-world inside the house, and be happy and carefree! Reading in rainy days is really a great pleasure in life. Rain is a magical thing. It can not only make people feel sad and contemptuous, but also make people have the courage to bring wine to the wind; Can give people warmth and warmth; There is the charm of a small bridge and flowing water, and there is a thunderous momentum. Listening to the rain, watching the rain, doing nothing; Heavy rain and light rain have their own advantages. No wonder the ancients had a soft spot for rain, which has maintained its charm and charm for thousands of years. Then. Every time it rains, I want to say: it's raining!

It is raining. It is raining. I sat on the bus, looking at the long queues and cars that stopped and walked at the speed of beetles outside the window, thinking about what to do to pass the time.

I looked out from the windshield of the front of the car, but my eyes were unconsciously focused on the windshield: the wiper scraped lazily and crushed the rain that fell on the glass. In the gap, a few drops of rain rolled down from where the wiper could not reach, and before reaching the bottom of the glass, it was scraped off by the wiper.

I became interested in this phenomenon, and I tilted my head and watched with interest: every time the wiper stopped, a batch of sparkling raindrops swooped down, and some rushed down as soon as they passed the wiper; Some people hesitated for a while before sliding down; Some seem determined to rush down, but they are timid at the boundary where the wiper blows, and carefully stop and merge into the boundary line.

I thought: this is more like a game! Raindrops are athletes, the glass bottom is the destination, and wipers are obstacles on the way. I am most optimistic about the raindrop athletes who won at the starting line, but their performance is not satisfactory, and most of them are surpassed by the second batch of raindrops; I turned to pay attention to the raindrops coming from behind, but it was equally disappointing. After taking the lead, they stopped and disappeared under the claws of the wiper.

A few minutes passed, but not a drop of rain reached the end. I'm a little disappointed. I was about to look away when I suddenly caught a glimpse of a rain bead, and I couldn't help wondering. I pay attention to it, not because it is particularly crystal clear, nor because its shape is particularly unique and moving, but because it is particularly large, which is also the reason why I can't understand it: heavy rain beads like it can't resist the attraction of gravity and fall one after another, but it is full and sits there motionless, like Mount Tai. I looked at the raindrop curiously, watching it motionless under the raging wind, but taking advantage of the wind, I sucked a few drops of water and became more bloated.

I stared at the raindrop and watched it repeat the previous action several times. Just when my patience was running out, the chubby little fat man suddenly rushed down from behind a windshield wiper, and the speed was so fast that people were caught off guard. At this moment, the god of luck seems to love and care for this chubby child, and specially arranged a few drops of rain to hit it, adding a little speed and strength to it.

From top to bottom, such an arduous task was completed in an instant by this small drop of water. I was surprised to stare big eyes, in my mind for a long time.

After watching the game on the windshield of the bus, I seem to see a picture of the life of all beings: some people retreat from difficulties and the glory of life comes to an end in a hurry; Some people win at the starting line, and after the momentum disappears, there is no more; Some people blindly follow, get lucky with small achievements, and then be knocked down by the punch of pride. Only a few people are calm, sober, aware of the situation, and have accumulated a lot of money, and the last blow is hit.

It is raining. The composition is about 600 words. Grade two (selected article 4) "Good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " It is no longer appropriate to describe this timely rain. "As the saying goes,' Spring rain is as expensive as oil', which shows the preciousness and rarity of spring rain.

There has been no heavy snow all winter. Only one night long ago, there was a light snow quietly. The next day, it cleared up and the snow soon disappeared without a trace. It hasn't rained for a long time, the wheat seedlings in the field have turned yellow, the land is cracked, the dust is flying and the air is turbid.

Now, spring has come quietly, and I long for a spring rain to moisten everything. The weather seems to have felt people's expectations and gradually became cloudy. At dusk, it was raining in Mao Mao. The rain is floating quietly, as light as silk and densely woven. When someone else's roof rises, a layer of light smoke overflows, and the land of Yuan Ye is completely shrouded in misty fog.

Raindrops lightly sprinkled on the ground, penetrated deep into the soil, and moistened the dry wheat fields. Wheat seedlings should be full this time! Those water drops rolled on the wheat seedlings, crystal clear, like sparkling pearls. Sprinkle it on lawns that are accumulating energy and waiting for new green growth, and those lawns will become more and more infinite, revealing dazzling new green. Sprinkle it on the quietly standing flowers and trees, and there are buds emerging from the branches. Those bright green buds with a flush are dyed more crystal clear by gentle drizzle. These seemingly colorless and tasteless drizzles contain invisible magical power, which will blur the faint spring scenery more clearly and urge spring to bloom faster.

The infiltration of drizzle will clean up the dust in the air, and the floating soil on the road will be washed away without a trace, leaving people with a fresh environment and enjoying the warmth and comfort of early spring.

I like the tranquility of this spring rain, and I appreciate the beautiful poetry of this drizzle.

It is raining. About 600 words (choose 5) "Tick-tock, Tick-tock" and "sasha vujacic" it rained heavily in just over ten seconds. I rushed to the balcony to watch the rain.

The spring rain is so dense It seems that the whole world is shrouded in white smoke, and it seems to be foggy, so you can't see the distant scenery at all. It's raining, and on the grass not far downstairs, the grass seems to be turning and growing like a resurrected earthworm, as if it can soar a lot in one day; It's raining and the sand is falling. In the flower bed across the road, the trees seem to be thirsty for a long time, desperately drinking the sweet spring rain, as if they can bloom with beautiful flowers overnight.

The spring rain is really noisy! After a while, it rained even harder, "Hua Hua", which was better than the concerts held by world-class musicians. In the distance, if there is a little flash, after a while, "rumbling ..." This deep thunder seems to add a magnificent momentum to this spring rain concert. In the pool next to the grass, the fish want to add some vitality to the concert, scrambling to jump out of the water, "snapping" and "snapping"; On the trees in the flower bed, the birds could not resist the strong desire to perform, singing and flying happily from the treetops to the eaves and then to the telephone poles. "Haw", "Haw" and "Goo Goo" ... all these musicians of nature, * * * together wrote a vibrant movement in spring.

The spring rain smells good! Smell it yourself if you don't believe me! Rain drops on the flowers, absorbing the essence of the flowers, fragrant and pleasant; Rain drops on the soil, releasing the breath of life that has been lurking for a winter; Raindrops fall in the fields, and rape blossoms release a joyful atmosphere, which is intoxicating. ...

The rain gradually stopped, and only a few tiny raindrops flew around in the air like tiny mosquitoes, like mist in the air. We are not like everything in the rain, but the teacher is like the spring rain that "sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently"!