Write a dynamic and static scene.

Come suddenly-follow the dark clouds, follow the thunder and lightning, and the rain is coming. Hear its voice, from the sky, from the horizon-

Boom, boom ...

Like the signal before the war, it was passionate and touching. Suddenly, the rain came from all directions like a million troops, and gradually approached the ground, from far to near. ...

A thunderbolt shook the earth, and God became angry, as if splitting the clouds with an axe.

Then, like a pouring rain column, it fell from the sky with a violent roar and went straight up. For a time, the rain was connected with the sky, the rain was connected with the ground, and the wind rolled up the dust all over the sky and hit the window. The whole sky was like a gray tarpaulin.

I can't see anything in the darkness, only the bugles and the wind blowing in the wind. Rain changed the color of the world. The color of a city in the sun is like a painter's palette. There are countless colors. Light green, pink, pink, red, crimson ... In short, all the colors you can think of are here.

But everything is different in the rainstorm. All the colors seem to have been washed away by the rainstorm and replaced by a layer of gray.

I don't know how long it took before the rain stopped. Like a dying butterfly, it spread its wings a few times and disappeared forever.