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Spring rain is warm, with a soft heart, falling into the ground, nourishing all the thirsty things that just woke up from winter and soothing their souls hurt by the cold of winter. Summer rain is warm, with infinite power, surging, spreading uncontrollable passion, touching flowers and trees, scouring the world. It's just that the weather is not normal this year. When the spring rain should be "as expensive as oil", the rain really "flows down a street", so that the flowers have fallen with the spring rain before they can spread. In summer, it happened that the rain disappeared, the sun hung in the gray sky with a pale face every day, and the crops smoked with thirst and bowed their heads. Even the trees and grass that have always made people feel tenacious in life have become dusty and can't hide the lack of water. There is always no rain. Looking at the thirsty earth and the dirty sky, the longing for rain rises from all the breath of life, but it can never form a powerful cloud, so the rain has been dormant in people's expectations.

Although there is no rain, it has been brewing: from the sun that has not been seen for a few days, from the dull air, from the drooping sky, from the swallows flying close to the water surface, from time to time, from the fish jumping out of the water surface ... Everything clearly shows that rain is coming, but this humid air still sticks to the face, and there is still no trace of rain in the sultry wind, but the sky becomes more gloomy and can't be seen. The fog that never leaves the field in summer seems to be very thick in the dark, and with the invasion of the sky, it haunts everything between heaven and earth.

The depression and desolation before the rain made the heart burned by thirst extremely fragile, and it seemed that the spirit began to tire. At this time, I only hope that thunder can dispel this heavy haze and hope that the long-lost rain will fall soon.

In the anxious waiting, the thunder finally came, and the thunder in the distance rolled like Lin Tao. Although it is not brittle, it is like nature at this time-every soul has longed for it for too long. Thunder from far and near, the noise is getting louder and louder. At this time, lightning began to flash across the sky. The drooping canopy seemed to be torn in an instant, and the tightly covered earth finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thunder and lightning create a momentum in the air: lightning is getting brighter and brighter, one after another across the heavy sky, releasing dazzling light; The thunder continued, rolling in the distance and scratching nearby. Lightning seems to be fighting against the chaotic sky. What are they fighting for? Is it raining? Will rain go through a hard struggle?

"Bang, bang, bang", big raindrops fell straight. Without the help of the wind, the momentum of the rain is the same, just like a small bullet falling from the sky, so fast and so fierce. Oh, this is the long-awaited rain, and finally it comes with the passion in expectation. The first rain this summer!

Lightning and thunder, noisy rain, like a natural concert, vent their pent-up emotions for too long. At first, raindrops fell bravely from the sky, like a prelude to music. Raindrops fell on the road and hit a little smoke. How is the road that hasn't rained for a long time dry? Raindrops fall, like splashing on the road, but they are connected in a very short time; Raindrops hit the flowers and plants, and the sound became clearer, while the flowers and plants shook their heads happily. How long have they been looking forward to this rain bath! Then the rain became louder and louder, and the wiper brushed the ground faster and faster, and soon it became a line. There is still no wind, and the rain hangs like a curtain, getting denser and denser, as if it were going to fall. At the climax of the concert, only thunder and rain were heard between heaven and earth, and the sky became darker. But to highlight the beauty of this natural movement? The rain on the ground merged into a stream, and the stream merged into a stream, and the stream merged into a shallow pond. It rained and dripped underground, but this eruption happened because people waited too long and accumulated too long?

Gradually, the sky lit up bit by bit, the thunder faded, the loud crackle was no longer heard, and the lightning became weaker and weaker. The rain like a ladle turned into a bead curtain again, and the sound of rain became clear again. Music seems to have changed from agitation to gentleness. Yes, the passion deposited in my heart surges out, just like the waves set off a huge wave, but the tide rises and the strength recedes a little. A layer of water had already accumulated on the ground, and the rain beads rippled on the water surface, but it was too late to disperse and was offset by another one. In the bright sky, the fog is still diffuse, but it has faded a lot. The sky is wet, the house is wet, and so are the flowers and trees. It's still raining. It keeps raining. The rain that has been suppressed for too long has finally rained. How can we be unhappy?