Sentences and paragraphs describing light rain

1, slightly Mao Mao rain, Mao Mao rain. Light rain, quiet and simple mountain spring, with continuous poetry; The light rain in the sky is not gloomy and sad, but fresh and green.

Raindrops fall on my head and body. I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

Tick-tock, small raindrops are singing and dancing, falling from the air to the eaves. With a slight turn, I drew a beautiful arc, fell to the ground and disappeared into the running water instantly.

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

5. Oh, Xiao Yu, I can't remember how many times I stood in the light rain, listened to the misty rain, watched the wisps of hookah holding everything and reveled in it. The beauty of rain and the joy of walking alone touched my endless thoughts until the surprised eyes of passers-by and my mother's strange words woke me up. However, when I wake up, it is still a soft light rain, but there are many colorful flowers in the rain, which are fluttering umbrellas and people in the rain.

6. Raindrops jump naughtily on my umbrella, so lively. On the street, the reflection of traffic is like showing a movie on the concrete road! Colorful umbrellas appear in the market like mushrooms. Have a plenty of striding meteors, have a plenty of carefree, have a plenty of piles of discussions in twos and threes.

7. It's raining in Mao Mao. When I looked up, I saw that the rain was closely intertwined, falling gently under the illumination of street lamps, more like water mist, and suddenly my face felt cool and comfortable.

8. Raindrops scattered under cherry trees and magnolia trees gently hit the grass on the ground. Slightly passing through the grass, but silently immersed in the land. Perhaps, the light rain belongs to it. Although it floats all over the sky, it will eventually embrace the earth. Perhaps, Xiaoyu is perfect, Xiaoyu is affectionate, because there are people who miss you in the distance.

9. No Schubert serenade, no Beethoven symphony exultation, just gracefully falling from the sky. Selflessness permeates coolness, enthusiasm permeates wetness, delicacy permeates warmth, and gentleness swings in delicacy. This is light rain.

10, sparkling spring rain, like a group of naive and romantic dolls, gathered in the sky, shot down, made babies and jumped into the arms of Mother Earth.