Remember the scenery in the rain?

I went out with my parents and brother and played in the community. It was a cloudy day with dark clouds all over the sky, showing their gloomy temperament. However, in the middle of the dark clouds, there is a small piece of blue sky that is empty and particularly pure. I'm worried about whether it will rain, and I can't shelter from the rain without an umbrella. Looking up at that small piece of blue sky, my mind only feels as pure and ethereal as being washed. I don't know if it will rain. In my heart, there are many anxieties and full expectations. I am looking forward to the rain splashing on my skin and mind. How refreshing is it?

I like rain, its original body is water, the source of all things. It is transparent, originally soft water, but its own weight gives it strength and sound. I rode my bike and quickly shuttled through every road and crowd in the community. From time to time, I will summon up courage and look up at those clouds on my bike. What is the trend?

I passed the door, and my parents and brother were there. When it rains, they are waiting to go home in time. Dad looked at the sky and made a thoughtful prediction: "Well, I think it will rain in ten to twenty minutes!" " Now, it's 7: 50 ... "Before my father finished, my mother went on to say," That is to say, it will rain from 8: 00 to 8: 00 10? I want to stare at my watch! "I also laughed at my dad with my mother's tone." You wait and see if I'm right! "My mother and I both promised. Without waiting, we set off again and wandered aimlessly in the community. I rode my bike and acted alone. Habitually, I came to Little Square in the community. There are many people there, and there is a small piece of grandparents dancing in the square dance, and my grandmother is among them. Looking at her skillful movements, I became happy and chatted with my friends around me without saying a word. However, the good times didn't last long, and God didn't give us enough face, leaving rain beads as big as beans. Look at your watch. It's eight o'clock sharp. Everyone panicked and ran three steps and jumped two steps to get home. When I saw this, I remembered the scene of the migrant workers who had just got off the train rushing home. I also got up and ran home. The expectation in my heart was suddenly released, like a balloon full of pearls, which was suddenly punctured and gushed out, leaving behind not an empty balloon skin, but full of happiness. This is a heavy rain. It is not as warm and delicate as the rain in Mao Mao, but it is actually cold and intense. It douses the hot summer mood and brings cool peace. My eyes kept blinking, looking at things around me. People, some running and some jumping, are on the road; Trees, slightly shaking, leaves gently shaking; Flowers, silently hanging their heads, can't help it. They need to bear the beating of the raindrop silently, even though it may kill the flowers at any time. Due to conditioned reflex, my eyelids kept touching the raindrops, so they opened and closed quickly and uncontrollably. Everything around me is like an image in a time camera, and this camera seems to be set with a continuous shooting, which has been starting the shutter. My clothes are soaked to the skin. Before I got home and changed clothes, the rain dripped down my skin and hair. I'm still savoring everything just now. ...