The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
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Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.
Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.
The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.
When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.
Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.
It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.
Raindrops fell on my head and body, and 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.
Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.
It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.
Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.
Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.
The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.
The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.
In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.
There was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by rain, pearls were crystal clear, and there was a fresh and moist fragrance in the air.
The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.
I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.
Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.
Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.
Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying.
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Rain falls from the air to every corner, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful. Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column.
The wind is blowing and it is raining. A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.
The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west. No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.
Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat. It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats!
It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.
Suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind blew hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky and slammed on the window. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.
Late one night, the sky was overcast, thunder followed by thunder, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.
On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. This room looks particularly stuffy. Suddenly. It was getting dark and there was a strong wind. It will rain. I quickly closed the window.
After a while, the dense raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window. It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a huge bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Rain fell on the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing on the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into streams.
What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will have a good time. I seem to see rain flowing into fields, orchards and people's hearts.
The clouds opened and the rain stopped. The sun illuminates the earth. When I opened the window, a faint earthy smell came over my face. The air is fresh as if it had been filtered. The willows outside the window are washed away by the rain, spreading their branches and leaves, so beautiful.
Rain, falling from the dark sky, and cold enveloped the city where we live.
Early in the morning, from the empty window, the leaves of palm branches in the street have retreated to the green of life, turned into melancholy yellow in the rain, and kissed the silent earth one after another.
Those broken nets without spiders between the branches, with the trembling of the cold wind, the crystal raindrops hanging on the net lines are falling rapidly and breaking quietly on the golden grass. The grass on the ground is soft, just like an old oil painting, hiding endless thoughts about who.
The crowded roads in the city are crowded with people who are busy making a living. They wear raincoats of various colors, and in the cool rain, they are like chess pieces that can't find their place. On the roof of a gray building, there are several wandering pigeons, full of worries, which are even heavier in the rain.
At the moment, only the osmanthus tree in the yard, with delicate flowers among the green leaves, is the only symbol of the passion of life in the rain.
At night, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the crackling rain hits other people's awnings, making the rain more chaotic. Dressed and walked to the window, we saw the neon lights of distant cities, shining with lonely and gentle light in the intermittent rain. As a result, the cold chill hit our hearts, and we only felt that everything in the dark night was a hazy dream when we were young.
Rain, like a magnificent heart, I don't know when and where the years began.
The sky is blue and white clouds are floating freely on it. Suddenly, a large dark cloud gathered from all directions. In a short time, the sky was all dyed black.
Suddenly, the rain kept falling like a broken bead. Raindrops fall into the pond, causing countless ripples, just like flowers on the head of goldfish. Raindrops fell on the fields, and the crops opened their mouths and drank the sweet rain to their heart's content. Suddenly, those crops seem to have grown a lot. The raindrops fell on those delicate flower girl, and they all hung their little heads and looked very shy.
After a while, it rained even harder. Rain splashed on the cement road and washed it clean.
On the rainy road, people walked slowly with umbrellas. That umbrella is colorful and changeable, just like a beautiful "big flower" floating around in the rain, very beautiful. This is not, looking down from a height, I really feel that the flowers are blooming!
Slowly, the rain stopped.
You see, the flowers and plants seem to have just taken a bath and put on bright new clothes, and they look so vibrant. Small animals that just disappeared without a trace also ran out of the air, and they seemed to be struggling to breathe the particularly fresh air after the rain. Then the world became noisy again.
Rain is pure and beautiful. It has brought great vitality to the world!