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At noon today,I was doing my homework at home.
The weather was sultry,the sky was overcast,and there was no wind.I saw the ants moving,the swallows flying low,the cicadas calling from the trees,as if they were asking people to come home and collect their clothes.Suddenly,there was a strong wind outside,and the tree was bent,as if in pain.The garbage was blown skyward by the wind,thunder rolled up in the sky,thunder rumbled like the sound of guns in the battlefield,lightning flashed like a silver snake in the sky.
At this time,the world began to have a big raindrop of beans,the rain outside the window to make a "click" sound,louder and louder.After a while,the raindrops became a series of strings,like pearls,and the sound of the rain seemed to be playing a concert.People on the road are holding up the umbrellas,colorful umbrellas like blooming flowers.The people without umbrellas were running home in a hurry.
After the rain,the weather was cool,the air became fresh,the sun came out,the grass became greener,and the flowers were smiling.
The leaves on both sides of the road fluttered at noon.I looked up at the sky,a branch of lightning just out of the clouds,and then a heavy thud.With the thunder,the clouds quickly changed,and not for a moment,they turned into clouds and covered the whole sky.At once,the wind was blowing,and the dust was flying.The tree trunks whine,the wires swish,the branches of the old willows swing back and forth like a whip in a low,violent whip.With a sound of thunder,the COINS fell like raindrops and fell on the windowpanes.The storm had come so quickly that it was not a little bit of rain,and it became a dense net of fish,splashing all over the ground.
After about an hour,the rain stopped and everything was calm.I walked out of the house,breathing in the fresh air,and felt very relaxed.The sun was smiling,and a rainbow appeared on the horizon.
Today,the hot summer finally ushered in a storm.It's not the time of the storm.We were all playing at the lotus mall.We had no idea of the rain before,and at seven o 'clock,we were getting ready to go out,and the door was full of people taking shelter from the rain,and we knew it was raining.
It was raining hard and the ground was almost a small river.Cars are clogged and pedestrians are crossing the road.I went to the side of "river",tread water in the past,all of a sudden,I feel the rain there is some hot,I asked my mom is going on,my mom told me,because the ground temperature is high,the ground temperature is passed to the rain,the rain gets hot.
The rain also can obtain knowledge! Later I will find more knowledge in life.It is a matter of careful learning.
In the morning,the sun was like a big stove,and the roasting birds were hiding in their nests,and a heat wave swept across the road,making my cheeks burn with fire.
It was getting dark in the afternoon.The sun was obscured by dark clouds,and soon disappeared.
The leaves of the road were rustled by the wind,and the little trees were bent by the wind,and a gust of wind howled.I knew the storm was coming.
A moment later,a flash of lightning flashed across the sky,and the thunder roared in my ears...Suddenly,there was a great crash outside.The wind was blowing hard,and the road was rough with waves.There were no pedestrians on the road,only a few cars drove by.
The storm gradually stopped,the sky was as clean as washing,the air was still filled with the smell of earth,and the sun was smiling again.
There was a "storm" in my house today,and the main character of the play is me,if you want to know the reason,look down!
At noon,I finished my meal and began to play computer.My mother called me to take a nap: "baby,go to bed." But I said,"go to sleep,you know it! I want to play computer! Mother is anxious,say: "quick go,I am for your good,kind regards as donkey liver!" "I won't sleep."
Then think carefully,mother said also have a point,do not take a nap can be mentally ill,dizziness.I won't be back with mom again!
At first,the rain fell like a man with corn for the chicken,and the ground left a mark of copper money,and a moment later,the seal was gone.After a while,the rain fell like a "brush" in a barn.It was raining down the eaves,making a crackling sound,and the earth was like a thousand streams.
I had just returned home when I was about to write my homework when I found a curved arch bridge in the sky.The shadow became more and more clear.I exclaimed,"ah! It's a beautiful rainbow! I stare big eyes looking at the mount we produce in the sky,the sun,shining with the light of different colors: red,orange,yellow,green.Green.Blue.Purple.Seven kinds of color,younger sister also ran to see.
After a while,the rainbow faded and disappeared.
Summer afternoon,the weather is hot,the sky cloudless,without the wind and the sun,as people irritable leaves drooping head,cicadas in the trees cried "dead heat,hot dead!"
Suddenly,a gust of wind,blowing the ant on the move,dragonflies fly low,just still bright sky has been covered with dark clouds,the sun also don't know where have hid,people also ran home,because it's going to rain.It is more and more dark,the wind is more and more big,the sky suddenly across a bolt of lightning,accompanied by a thunder rumbled over there,and then the bean big rain started to fall,before one of them got wet to go home,the rain,the greater the more the more thick,after more than ten minutes,the dawn,and the wind is small,the rain stopped slowly.
It was sunny,the sun came out,the air after the rain was clear,the road was clean,and the rainbow was hanging in the sky.
Approaching,the peace of the moment implies that all the cruel deduction has begun,revealing the deep blue eyes.
In the blink of an eye,the sky is repressed like a breathless patient,longing for a glimmer of life,an open net of the sky,to the city.
Strong winds,overwhelming,like a hand sketch processing in the clear blue sky,each house wet in the storm,so the vicissitudes of life,age,suddenly hungry the rain like a crazy infuse spilled down,painted white,the city it was yelling,using the power of the wind and rain,with a silver light,the sky to tear into two and a half.
The untouchable sky was like an angry monarch,and the trees,like piles,were rooted in the earth,and the leaves were torn like loose hair,which seemed so fragile.Is the fragility of life.
The storm was like a shooting star across the sky.It stalled again.
Glories of the Storm.
It begins when a feeling of stillness creeps into my consciousness.Every thing has suddenly gone quiet.Birds do not chirp.Leaves do not rustle.Insects do not sing.
The air that has been hot all day becomes heavy.It hangs over the trees,presses the heads of the flowers to the ground,sits on my shoulders.With a vague feeling of uneasiness I move to the window.There,in the west,lies the answer - cloud has piled on cloud to form a ridge of mammoth while towers,rearing against blue sky.
Their piercing whiteness is of brief duration.Soon the marshmallow rims flatten to anvil tops,and the clouds reveal their darker nature.They impose themselves before the late-afternoon sun,and the day darkens early.Then a gust of wind ships the dust along the road,chill warning of what is to come.
In the house a door shuts with a bang,curtains billow into the room.I rush to close the windows,empty the clothesline,secure the patio furnishings.Thunder begins to grumble in the distance.
The first drops of rain are huge.They splat into the dust and imprint the windows with individual signatures.They plink on the vent pipe and plunk on the patio roof.Leaves shudder under their weight before rebounding,and sidewalk wears a coat of shiny spots.
The rhythm accelerates; plink follows plunk faster and faster until the sound is a roll of drums and the individual drops become an army marching over fields and rooftops.Now the first bolt of lightning stabs the earth.It is heaven's exclamation point.The storm is here!
In spite of myself,I jump at the following crack of thunder.It rattles the windowpane and sends the dog scratching to get under the bed.The next bolt is even closer.It raises the hair on the back of my neck,and I take an involuntary step away from the window.
The rain now becomes a torrent,flung capriciously by rising wind.Together they batter the trees and level the grasses.Water streams off roofs and out of rain spouts.It pounds against the window in such a steady wash that I am sightless.There is only water.How can so much fall so fast? How could the clouds have supported this vast weight? How can the earth endure beneath it?
Pacing through the house from window to window,I am moved to openmouthed wonder.Look how the lilac bends under the assault,how the day lilies are flattened,how the hillside steps are a new made waterfall! Now hailstones thump upon the roof.They bounce white against the grass and splash into the puddle.I think of the vegetable garden,the fruit trees,the crops in the fields; but,thankfully,the hailstones are not enough in numbers or size to do real damage.Not this time.
From this storm is already beginning to pass.The tension is released from the atmosphere,the curtains of rain let in more light.The storm has spend most of its energy,and what is left will be expended on the countryside to the east.
I am drawn outside while the rain still falls.All around,there is a cool and welcome feeling.I breathe deeply and watch the sun's rays streaks through breaking clouds.One ray catches the drops that form on the edge of the roof,and I am treated to a row of tiny,quivering colors - my private rainbows.
I pick my way through the west grass,my feet sinking into the saturated soil.The creek in the gully runs bank - full of brown water,but the small lakes and puddles are already disappearing into the earth.Every leaf,brick,single,and blade of grass is fresh-washed and shining.
Like the land,I am renewed,my spirits cleansed.I feel an infinite peace.Fro a time I have forgotten the worries and irritations I am nurturing before.They have been washed away by the glories of the storm.
Yesterday,it was sunny,but when it was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon,the sky turned to black.There were many dark clouds and it started to blow.After a little while,it began to thunder and lightening appeared.I was frightened.It seemed that the sky was badly angry and it wanted to punish the people in the earth.And then,it rained heavily.It looked like there was someone pouring the water in the sky.The rain lasted about fifty minutes.
Yesterday,it was sunny,but when it was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon,the sky turned to black.
There were many dark clouds and it started to blow.After a little while,it began to thunder and lightening appeared.I was frightened.It seemed that the sky was badly angry and it wanted to punish the people in the earth.And then,it rained heavily.It looked like there was someone pouring the water in the sky.
The rain lasted about fifty minutes.
Glories of the Storm
It begins when a feeling of stillness creeps into my consciousness.Everything has suddenly gone quiet.Birds do not chirp.Leaves donot rustle.Insects do not sing.The air that has been hot all day becomes heavy.It hangs over thetrees,presses the heads of the flowers to the ground,sits on myshoulders.With a vague feeling of uneasiness I move to the window.There,in the west,lies the answer-cloud has piled on cloudto form a ridge of mammoth white towers,rearing against bluesky.Their piecing whiteness is of brief duration.Soon themarshmallow rims flatten to anvil tops,and the clouds revealtheir darker nature.They impose themselves before thelate-afternoon sun,and the day darkens early.
Then a gust of windwhips the dust along the road,chill warning of what is tocome.In the house a door shuts with a bang,curtains billow into theroom.I rush to close the windows,empty the clothesline,securethe patio furnishings.Thunder begins to grumble in thedistance.The first drops of rain are huge.They splat into the dust andimprint the windows with individual signatures.They plink on thevent pipe and plunk on the patio roof.Leaves shudder under theirweight before rebounding,and the sidewalk wears a coat of shinyspots.The rhythm accelerates; plink follows plunk faster and faster untilthe sound is a roll of drums and the individual drops become anarmymarching over fields and rooftops.Now the first bolt oflightning stabs the earth.It is heaven’s exclamation point.Thestorm is here.In spite of myself,I jump at the following crack of thunder.
It rattles the windowpane and sends the dog scratching to get underthe bed.The next bolt is even closer.It raises the hair on theback of my neck,and I take an involuntary step away from thewindow.The rain now becomes a torrent,flung capriciously by a rising wind.Together they batter the trees and level the grasses.Water streams off roofs and out of rain spouts.It pounds against the window in such a steady wash that I am sightless.There is only water.How can so much fall so fast?How could the clouds have supported this vast weight?How ran the earth endure beneath it?
As I sat in my room one summer day preparing my lessons,I felt that the weather was very hot and unpleasant.The sun shone brightly and the birds kept sitting in the trees which,for there was no wind,made no stir.Suddenly a dark cloud hid the sun.The wind began to blow.I knew that a storm would soon come.
The sky is full of black clouds.Flashes of lightning lit up the courts and old houses,and thunder begins to roar overhead.No birds sing any longer,but the leaves of the trees rustle and a wind blows against our faces.A drop of water falls,then another,and then the rain falls on the leaves of the trees and the iron roofs with a noise like the beting of drums.A brilliant stripe of light fills the sky.Suddenly there comes a terrible thunderclap overhead,and then the sky is full of roars of thunder.
After a while,the rain stopped and the thunder and lightning ceased.The sky became blue again,and the birds once more sang sweetly,while the trees and the flowers seemed almost as happy as before.
The sky outside is very dark and the wind blows the trees.The trees have to blend their back.There is no sun in the sky.It is two o’clock in the afternoon,but it look like the time of seven o’clock at dusk.Suddenly,there is a lightening and then following several.Later the thunder also comes.It is very terrible.The storm is coming.
As I sat in my room one summer day preparing my lessons,I felt that the weather was very hot and unpleasantSuddenly a dark cloud hid the sunI knew that a storm would soon comeFlashes of lightning lit up the courts and old houses,and thunder begins to roar overheadA drop of water falls,then another,and then the rain falls on the leaves of the trees and the iron roofs with a noise like the beting of drumsSuddenly there comes a terrible thunderclap overhead,and then the sky is full of roars of thunderThe sky became blue again,and the birds once more sang sweetly,while the trees and the flowers seemed almost as happy as before.
The sky is getting dark,dark clouds occupy the sky,I do not know which is blowing a burst of wind,the seven-meter-high trees blowing rustling,a few pieces of green leaves rickety fall.Accompanied by deciduous leaves is a few miles of small hairy rain particles,they are like a few innocent elf,turn around the circle fly to earth.The company is located in:
The rain has become bigger,has become the size of soybeans.The sound that fell on the canopy also changed from "ticking" to "popping".It was like countless grains of beans falling from the sky and under a "bean rain",like countless bullets falling from heaven,Shoot to the roof.The company is located in:
"Rumble,pop!" A flash across the sky,and immediately disappeared,the birds chirping outside the window shouting,as if by that sudden flash of lightning frightened panic.The company is located in:
After a while,though it was still a thunderstorm,there was another "virtuoso" among the noisy voices outside the window.That was known as the devastating king - hail.The company is located in:
All of a sudden,the sky has dropped countless hail and raindrops,pop-up from the roof of the hail,all of them have the size of bayberry,the scene is really spectacular,like "big bead beads drop jade plate" on the roof of the floor covered with a
White layer of "Yangmei",I secretly thought: I do not know that our big brother bear the rain that weight it? Five minutes later,the rain stopped,the wind is also much smaller,the temperature dropped to a lot of Hangzhou,is really a good helper to refreshing.
That was a morning in the early of June.I took a bus to my school in the suburb which was surrounded by rice paddies and ponds.The sky was gray with the gloomy clouds congregating gradually along the far eastern horizon.There must be a heavy rain soon.I spoke to myself.
When I hurried into the classroom,the sky,gray before,was shrouded now by black clouds,darken to twilight,I felt quite stuffy,while it was quite calm,without wind.I saw the leaves of trees and grass static,which seem to await something to happen.Several minutes later,I saw the lightening split the clouds and heard the thunders following.Suddenly,the curtain of rain fell and the wind blew.soon the grass flattened under the wind and the rain.With the rain forming like a fog,the sky became bright.I took several deep breathes.I felt comfortable.
The heavy rain lasted three hours and stopped when the class was over.The air was so fresh and the sky was so clear.I felt like a new man myself.
That was a morning in the early of June。 I took a bus to my school in the suburb which was surrounded by rice paddies and ponds。 The sky was gray with the gloomy clouds congregating gradually along the far eastern horizon。 "There must be a heavy rain soon。" I spoke to myself。
When I hurried into the classroom， the sky， gray before， was shrouded now by black clouds， darken to twilight， I felt quite stuffy， while it was quite calm， without wind。 I saw the leaves of trees and grass static， which seem to await something tohappen。 Several minutes later， I saw the lightening split the clouds and heard the thunders following。 Suddenly， the curtain of rain fell and the wind blew。 soon the grass flattened under the wind and the rain。 With the rain forming like a fog， the sky became bright。 I took several deep breathes。 I felt comfortable。
The heavy rain lasted three hours and stopped when the class was over。 The air was so fresh and the sky was so clear。 I felt like a new man myself。
Many years ago,before I moved to the city,I lived in a small town.I was so close to the nature,I could see the mountain and the clear water.I remember the town became especially beautiful after the heavy rain,the air was so fresh and I felt a little cozy,it was like a gift from god in the hot summer.
The mountain looked so clear over the heavy rain,it just washed by the rain.
The things around me were so green.
I love living in the town,I especially like the town when it was washed by the rain.At that moment,nature and me were united,we just like a group.
A Heavy Rain.
That was a morning in the early of June.I took a bus to my school in the suburb which was surrounded by rice paddies and ponds.The sky was gray with the gloomy clouds congregating gradually along the far eastern horizon."There must be a heavy rain soon." I spoke to myself.
When I hurried into the classroom,the sky,gray before,was shrouded now by black clouds,darken to twilight,I felt quite stuffy,while it was quite calm,without wind.I saw the leaves of trees and grass static,which seem to await something tohappen.Several minutes later,I saw the lightening split the clouds and heard the thunders following.Suddenly,the curtain of rain fell and the wind blew.soon the grass flattened under the wind and the rain.With the rain forming like a fog,the sky became bright.I took several deep breathes.I felt comfortable.
The heavy rain lasted three hours and stopped when the class was over.The air was so fresh and the sky was so clear.I felt like a new man myself.
In spring,the weather changes a lot.In the morning,when I took bus to school,the weather was breezy and comfortable.I thought it would be a great day.However,when I got to school,the sky turned to be gray with the gloomy clouds as well as thunder.After a little while,it started to rain heavily.I was worried because I didn't take my umbrella.I was afraid that I can’t go home after class.About thirty minutes later,the rain stopped and it was sunny before long.The air was so fresh and the sky was clear.This is spring.
Hula,Hula It's raining heavily!
In the middle of the sky,the light rain asked the heavy rain,"where are you going?" The heavy rain replied,"I'm going to wash the trees and flowers." Xiaoyu said,"let me go with you!"
The light rain is flying in the air with the heavy rain.It sees mountains,rivers and lakes,colorful flowers and green grass.
when caught in pouring rain without an umbrella,most people pick up their pace.but an old tale advises that a person who runs in the rain gets wetter than one who walks.
it sounds reasonable that when someone runs up and down,the body is exposed to more drops of water.
but several studies have put this saying to the test and found it not to be true.one such test was carried out in 1987 and was published in european journal of physics magazine.the italian physicist who did the experiment said that if the distance is short enough,running gets a person less wet than walking.but running only keeps you about 10 per cent drier.that is to say,running isn't worth the effort.
another study,published in 1995 by a british researcher,found that it made no difference whether a person walked or ran.
perhaps the final word came from two american scientists at the national climatic data centre in north carolina recently.they thought that earlier studies overestimated the average walking pace.so,they did a much more careful experiment than any of the previous ones.
they noticed that the direction of the wind really matters to the results of the experiment.they also found that runners like to lean forward,hiding the front of their bodies from rain,but exposing the back.
the researchers used themselves as guinea pigs in the test.over a distance of 100 metres,they found that running in heavy rain kept them drier by as much as 40 per cent.
the bottom line is running in the rain probably keeps you drier than walking.but do remember to take an umbrella with you! for long distances,without an umbrella,the results are the same,no matter you run or walk.
A Heavy Rain.
That was a morning in the early of June.I took a bus to my school in the suburb which was surrounded by rice paddies and ponds.The sky was gray with the gloomy clouds congregating gradually along the far eastern horizon.There must be a heavy rain soon.I spoke to myself.
When I hurried into the classroom,the sky,gray before,was shrouded now by black clouds,darken to twilight,I felt quite stuffy,while it was quite calm,without wind.I saw the leaves of trees and grass static,which seem to await something tohappen.Several minutes later,I saw the lightening split the clouds and heard the thunders following.Suddenly,the curtain of rain fell and the wind blew.soon the grass flattened under the wind and the rain.With the rain forming like a fog,the sky became bright.I took several deep breathes.I felt comfortable.The heavy rain lasted three hours and stopped when the class was over.The air was so fresh and the sky was so clear.I felt like a new man myself.
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