A joke about summer rain

1. Summer rain is warm, with infinite power, surging, spreading uncontrollable enthusiasm, touching flowers and trees, and scouring the world.

2. "Bang, bang, bang", big raindrops fall straight. Without the help of the wind, the momentum of the rain is the same, just like a small bullet falling from the sky, so fast and so fierce. Oh, this is the long-awaited rain, and finally it comes with the expected momentum. The first rain this summer!

Thunder and lightning, noisy rain, like a natural concert, have vented their depression for too long. At first, raindrops fell bravely from the sky, like a prelude to music. Rain pattered on the road, hitting a little smoke. How is the road that hasn't rained for a long time done? Raindrops fell up, like splashing on the road, but they were connected in a very short time; Raindrops hit the flowers and plants, and the sound was clearer. Flowers and plants shook their heads excitedly. How long have they been looking forward to this rain bath! Then the rain became louder and louder, and the wiper brushed the ground faster and faster, and soon became a line. There is still no wind, and the rain hangs like a curtain, getting denser and denser, as if it were going to fall. There is only thunder and rain between heaven and earth, and the weather is getting darker and darker. But to highlight the beauty of this natural movement? The rain on the ground merged into a stream, and the stream merged into a stream, and the stream merged into a shallow pond. It rained and dripped freely underground, but people waited too long and accumulated too long, so this eruption happened?

Gradually, the sky lit up bit by bit, the thunder faded, the loud crackle was no longer heard, and the lightning became weaker and weaker. The rain like a ladle turned into a bead curtain again, and the sound of rain became clear again. Music seems to have changed from agitation to gentleness. Yes, the enthusiasm deposited in my heart surges out, just like the waves set off a huge wave, but the tide rises and falls, and the strength retreats a little. A layer of water had already accumulated on the ground, and the rain beads rippled on the water surface, but it was too late to disperse and was offset by another one. In sunny weather, the fog is still diffuse, but it is much lighter. The sky is wet, the house is wet, and so are the flowers and trees. It's still raining. It keeps raining. The rain that has been suppressed for too long has finally rained. How can it not be a pleasure?