A composition describing a rainstorm scene.

1. Description of the scene during the rainstorm:

1, the spring rain keeps falling, and thin rain threads weave into a huge net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. The dark mountain in the distance, the pink peach blossom nearby, the green poplar and the soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a gauze skillfully woven by Miss Chun, covering the sky and the sun.

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.

Wherever the spring rain goes, it will be brand-new. When the spring rain falls on the grass, the grass sticks its head out of the soil and looks around. She is full of curiosity about everything around her. When the spring rain falls on the willow tree, it immediately becomes full and shoots from the dead branches; The spring rain falls on the wheat seedlings, and the wheat seedlings desperately suck the sweet rain, as if this rain is a panacea that can make them stand upright; Spring rain falls on children's faces, cool, light and soft. The ancients said it well: "clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain" is spring rain.

4. Suddenly, dark clouds floated in the sky, covering the sky, and several lightning flashes. Then, I heard the first thunder this year and it began to rain. It's drizzling, and from a distance, trees and houses seem to be shrouded in light smoke. The rain drummed on the awning, slammed on the glass window and landed on the window.

In the morning, when I was still sleeping soundly and comfortably in the warm bed, the sound of rustling outside the window kept ringing, and I was awakened. I looked out of the window, and it turned out to be raining. The road was wet, and the rain fell from the sky and fell drop by drop before my eyes. My heart trembled slightly and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't seen the scene of rain for a long time, and I feel the fragrance, warmth and unusual of rain.

When I was very young, probably at the beginning of the first day of junior high school, I had a deep affection for rain and an unspeakable love for rainy days. I like to write articles about rainy days. I like walking alone on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The sound of rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air, and it is a different feeling and comfort to listen attentively to the sound of rain.

Rainy days, full of too many memories.

My stories are all about rain, and the scenes of rainy days are constantly emerging in my mind at the moment.

The imprint of rain, the thoughts of rain, everything of rain.

A boy who loves rainy days.

How fresh the air is on rainy days.

I like to walk on the green grass purified and moistened by rain and feel the simplest and warmest breath of nature. Looking at the dew on the grass, it is unusually green and full of vitality.

I met her on a rainy day. The rain witnessed us from acquaintance to love. Our story happened on a rainy day, and we walked hand in hand in the rain. How much we miss it on rainy days. On a rainy night, I have more worries and thoughts in my heart.

When it rains, we fall in love happily.

When everything about the rain was broken and destroyed by the ruthless reality, when she left without saying anything.

On the rainy day before breaking up, I was alone in the rain and my heart was wet.

The imprint of rain is incomplete, a rainy day for one person.

Stop-and-go, a person looks at the clouds and clouds.

Looking up at the rainy sky, I am confused and lost.

Disappear in the rain, just like Stephanie's Rainy Day, the more you listen, the more thorough you are.

Those rainy days are like passing clouds.

Before, when it rained heavily, I completely lost myself, and I still remember your distant back.

That familiar voice didn't disappear at the end of the century, and it still feels so close to me.

When it began to rain after you left, who would understand my rainy day and my lonely feeling?

Break up in that rainy day, but I don't know how to stay and leave.

It's raining, holding an umbrella and looking for all the footprints.

The car rolled up the rain and sped past me. Walking in the center of the city, there is no direction, it keeps raining.

A person's rainy day, looking for and waiting for another girl who falls in love with rainy days.

3. Write an essay about the scene during the heavy rain. The heavy rain just ended, then it started to rain lightly, and the puddle was full of muddy rain.

I came to the door, a fresh air came to my face, and a few naughty raindrops kissed my face, which made me awake a lot. I went back to the house and began to do my homework again.

After a while, I looked up and saw butterflies flying all over the sky outside the window, including red, yellow, white and blue … Look! A butterfly is still picking honey on that crape myrtle tree! Its wings merge together, as if forgetting the whole world. Look, those dancing butterflies look like dancers. I hurried out to interview these beautiful dancers. The frightened butterfly saw my unexpected guests fly away one by one.

Arriving at the door, the rain stopped. I saw my mother's small vegetable garden.

The roots of green onions have leaked out of the ground, and beans are lying on the ground like drunken idlers. The birds chirped, as if singing that beautiful and tactful song, which fascinated me.

A gust of wind blew, willow leaves danced in the air, and then fell quietly on my head, awakening me from intoxication. Slowly, the sun came out.

The leaves of beans look delicate in the sun, like pieces of green jade. At this time, the sun is not as gentle as it was just now. People who are blown by hot air are lazy, as if they were "sleepy" whispering in your ear: "Sleep! Sleep! " I like this beautiful summer, and I like the ever-changing and colorful rainy season after the rainstorm.

4. Composition describing the scene when it rains and after it rains. 1 that does not describe the spring rain. Rain rang out of the window. The students who are wringing their eyebrows and thinking seem to be disturbed. They looked up and complained a few words. It is true that rain is sometimes annoying, but it also has its loveliness. Whether it is a light rain in spring or a rainy night in autumn, as long as I believe that everyone will have a different taste. Put down the pen in your hand, feel the rainy night today, and find that it is not only as crisp and long as the "drizzle in Sky Street" described in the poem, but also as cold and aloof as the "autumn rain in Nanhu". The rain tonight is sometimes small and unpredictable. Looking through the street lamp, you can distinguish the tall banana tree slightly. When it rains, there is a feeling that "the rain hits the banana", and the flowers on the osmanthus tree are tortured to only a few scattered flowers. The osmanthus tree soaked in the ground may sing "turn into mud to protect flowers more" Rain is a comfort to our troubles. Whenever our mood is complicated and depressed, the rain can always smooth all the grievances in our hearts. I really want to take off my shoes, put on hemp fiber and walk barefoot in the rain, and feel Mr. Dongpo's "Why not walk while singing?" Understand people's feelings and troubles. And we also have a soft spot for rain. Whenever it rains, we can always express some regrets. Rain seems to tear off the mask in life and release the truest self. Maybe the weather varies from place to place, so the rain varies from place to place. The weather in Jiangnan is beautiful, and the rain seems to have contaminated the habits of Jiangnan. Always soft, similar to "getting wet by clothes." The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always intoxicating and lingering. But the weather in the north is rough and windy, so the rain in the north is not as lingering as the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain in the north is always heavy and solid with the loess plateau, like a meteor, hitting the ground and splashing a lot of mud. Therefore, even wearing rain shoes will not help, and after all, you can't escape the fate of changing clothes. In my opinion, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is too soft, although it can also be thought-provoking, but it is a little more bookish, after all, less heroic and domineering in the north. Mongolian fighters bathed in rain in the north once swept across Eurasia and conquered the prosperous Southern Song Dynasty, which was located in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. So, I've always wanted to make the rain in the south of the Yangtze River stronger ... It seems that it's going to rain again. I close my eyes and rest against the wall. 2. Rain scene. Make a "tick, tick" sound. The sky is like a big sieve, and endless raindrops are pouring on the earth. In the distance, the houses shrouded in rain are completely invisible. Just when I was attracted by the rain scene, a strong wind suddenly blew, which dispersed the dense rain and turned it into rain fog, shaking the trees and causing a huge vibration on the roof. The cloudy and rainy world became lively. Wind and rain play together again. Gradually, the wind weakened. But looking around, the heavy rain is still falling, which may last for many days. Raindrops fell from the eaves like broken beads, and flowers were blooming on the ground. The rain that fell on the ground formed a "lake", and the small mound inside was the land, and just a few leaves floated by, which looked like a lake. The rain in "sasha vujacic" is constantly falling. "Baba Baba", bean-sized raindrops fell and hit the bright glass window. Looking out of the window, it looks like an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, and I can't see anything clearly. The rain fell on the ground, splashing one after another, which was beautiful. The rain ran down the eaves. At first, it looked like a broken pearl. Gradually. The water accumulated more and more, and finally the "stream" rushed to the distance hand in hand. People walk in the street with colorful umbrellas, as if flowers are blooming on the water. Looking into the forest, the water seems to have red, yellow, gold, green and blue ... and countless colors! It has been raining, but it is getting smaller and smaller, and it is getting less and less imposing. There are more and more pedestrians on the road, but they all carry umbrellas. Who knows when the rain will stop? 3, a person's rainy days, a person's heart, although wet, but those beautiful sadness and smiles are still accompanied by wet scenes, feeling the fragrance and warmth of rain. In the early morning, when I was still asleep in the warm bed, the sound of rustling outside the window rang continuously and I was awakened. I looked out of the window and found that it was raining and the road was wet. It is raining. My heart trembled slightly and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't enjoyed the rain scene for a long time, feeling the fragrant, warm and unusual rain. When I was very young, probably at the beginning of the first year of junior high school, I had a strong feeling for the rain and had an indescribable love for it. I like to write articles about rainy days. I like walking alone on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air. Listening to the rain attentively is a different feeling and comfort. Rainy days are full of memories. My stories are all about rain, and the scenes of rainy days are constantly emerging in my mind at the moment. The imprint of rain, the thoughts of rain, everything of rain. A boy who loves rainy days. How fresh the air is on rainy days. How fresh. I like to walk on the green grass purified and moistened by rain and feel the simplest and warmest breath of nature. Looking at the dew on the grass, it is unusually green and full of vitality. I knew her on a rainy day. Rain witnessed our acquaintance and love. Our story happened on a rainy day, with the shadow of us walking hand in hand in the rain. On rainy days, we think.

The scene describing the storm sounded, and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.

It rains cats and dogs, from

Rainwater flowing down the street gathers into streams.

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.

It rains, just like

Thousands of silver wires floated down.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.

The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.

Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently on the empty land.

In this pile of things,

On the way, I got wet on the ground, the house and the trees.

6. Write an essay about the scene during the heavy rain. The heavy rain just ended, and then it started to rain lightly. The puddle was full of muddy rain. I came to the door, a fresh air came to my face, and a few naughty raindrops kissed my face, which made me awake a lot. I went back to the house and began to do my homework again.

After a while, I looked up and saw butterflies flying all over the sky outside the window, including red, yellow, white and blue … Look! A butterfly is still picking honey on that crape myrtle tree! Its wings merge together, as if forgetting the whole world. Look, those dancing butterflies look like dancers. I hurried out to interview these beautiful dancers. The frightened butterfly saw my unexpected guests fly away one by one.

Arriving at the door, the rain stopped. I saw my mother's small vegetable garden. The roots of green onions have leaked out of the ground, and beans are lying on the ground like drunken idlers. The birds chirped, as if singing that beautiful and tactful song, which fascinated me. A gust of wind blew, willow leaves danced in the air, and then fell quietly on my head, awakening me from intoxication.

Slowly, the sun came out. The leaves of beans look delicate in the sun, like pieces of green jade. At this time, the sun is not as gentle as it was just now. People who are blown by hot air are lazy, as if they were "sleepy" whispering in your ear: "Sleep! Sleep! " I like this beautiful summer, and I like the ever-changing and colorful rainy season after the rainstorm.

In the evening before the thunderstorm, the weather was sultry and there was no cool breeze. In the distance, dark clouds occupied the sky layer by layer, and soon, they filled the whole sky as dark as a curtain. People are waiting for God to tear this scene apart, so that thunderstorms can wash the earth completely new and give us a cool world! At night, God tore the dark clouds, and then the thunderstorm began to come. The road-breaking troops are dazzling lightning and earth-shattering thunder, threatening the storm to rush to the earth with overwhelming force. The storm caught the rain like countless whips, and the rain really got into the window. The lightning flashed, like a python jumping over the clouds, and suddenly a thunderstorm broke out outside the window, which almost shocked me. It never stops: lightning and thunder. From time to time, God poured earth-shattering heavy rain with thunderous momentum-the rain also fell desperately, and the windows were cracked. The rain kept falling and the deafening thunder was still roaring. Finally, at dawn, the rain gradually subsided, starting like a cloth, then like a curtain, like a broken line. Finally, the rain can only be judged by the raindrops on the ground. When people thought it wouldn't rain again, Thunder seemed unwilling to be defeated last night and came back alone. This time, it failed and the rain stopped. Ah, it gave up! After the rain, the leaves on the tree are still dripping with crystal water, and the budding flowers become watery. Occasionally birds chirped in the distance, so green that it broke the silence of the city. Now I still have a lingering fear when I mention the lightning and thunder that night. I am thinking: Is this thunderstorm ushered in a cool summer or a hot summer? .