Self-written topics and narratives are required, more than 600 words.

The dark clouds over the city make people breathless, and the air is filled with the humidity of the soil, all of which indicates that a rainstorm is coming.

I sat impatiently at the window. It thundered outside, but it didn't rain.

"Boom-"a harsh thunder, I looked out of the window, a white lightning in the light gray sky to draw an arc, crooked, immediately disappeared. The sky thundered and thundered, and white terror spread in the sky. Thunder is like sound in the air.

Finally, "crack-"bean-sized raindrops fell and hit the window on the ground, making a "bang-"sound. Soon, the rain covered the boiling earth. Looking out of the window, a drop of rain quickly fell to the ground, splashing countless small drops of water. I dropped my pen and walked out in three steps. It's still raining, sometimes it's heavy and sometimes it's light. The trees, flowers and grass in the yard were shaken by the rain, but they were brand new.

I walked in the rain, and the rain hit my head and back, which hurt a little. Water accumulated in the yard, and my feet got wet when I walked on it. I just took off my shoes and walked barefoot. The water is on my big toe, warm and slightly cold behind. The earth is still hot until it reaches my feet. The rain is getting smaller and the air is much fresher. Through the rain curtain, we can clearly see the opposite scenery. The sound of rain has changed from "crackling" at the beginning to "rustling" now. The rain washed the road spotless. I walked out of the yard barefoot and the rain softened. The wind messed up my coat, and the rain took the opportunity to get in, which made me a little cold and shivering. I did not come back.

Walking on the road, the road is quiet, and there is a kind of quiet beauty hidden inside, like a girl holding a book and stroking it. Everything is so quiet that only the rain can be heard. Busy people are resting at home, and I smiled. I really like such a day, and the faint fragrance of flowers is accompanied by a faint sadness. All this passed with the summer.

When I got home, the rain had stopped, and from time to time a few drops of water fell from the tree, with the fragrance of leaves. The sky changed from gloomy to blue, and everything was as clean and beautiful as washing, which made people forget all their troubles. Remember, it's just a faint scent.