It’s Raining Weekly Diary
Time passes without a trace, and time flows. In the blink of an eye, a week has passed. A week’s experience can enrich our experience, so let’s make a weekly diary. How should we write a weekly diary? The following is the weekly diary of It Rains that I collected and compiled. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone.
It’s Raining Weekly Diary 1
As the saying goes, the weather in summer changes like a monkey’s face. You see, it was sunny and sunny just now. The adults were chatting in the square and the children were having fun. Suddenly dark clouds came over.
There were rumbles and cool breezes coming from the distance, and soon after, people rushed to their homes or nearby shops to take shelter from the rain. After a while, the sound became louder and louder. It was a continuous light rain, as if a layer of gauze was sprinkled on the earth and the earth, which made people open their umbrellas one after another. The colorful umbrellas look like a large colorful garden together. Beautiful green leaves are also flying in the air, looking extremely beautiful. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and lightning appears in the sky from time to time. The lightnings are like shooting stars and are very beautiful.
After the heavy rain, the weather cleared up, a beautiful rainbow appeared after the rain, the land exuded the fragrance of earth, the crops were irrigated by rainwater, and the air was much fresher.
I love nature. It’s Raining Weekly Diary 2
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I just opened my eyes and heard the sound of raindrops outside the window. I couldn’t help but feel distressed: Why is it raining again? It didn’t happen a few days ago. Does it rain every day? Why is it raining again today? Alas, I hate rain the most. I can’t play at all and I can’t be happy. I have to hold an umbrella when walking on the street. It’s really troublesome!
I was lying on the table doing my homework out of boredom, listening to the "tick-tock-tock" sound of the rain, which seemed to be making fun of me. Thinking of this, an anger grew stronger and stronger in my heart. I wanted to go out and play so much, but when I thought about the cold raindrops hitting me accurately, I couldn't help but shiver, thinking that I would be at peace at home!
The more I think about it, the angrier and angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the more bored I become. I miss weekends with sunshine! The sun shines on my body and I am not cold at all. I can play happily in the sun and on the grass. At this time, the sound of a small raindrop jumping on the eaves brought me back to reality. "Yes, how can it not rain all year round? If it doesn't rain all year round, wouldn't all the crops die?" I comforted myself in my heart. Alas, if it rains, let it rain! Even if it rains heavily, there's nothing we can do about it. The weather can't be changed just by us humans. Forget it, let God decide everything! It’s Raining Weekly Diary 3
This afternoon, the weather was gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain.
As expected, the heavy rain soon started singing. First, sporadic light rain appeared. It seemed like a "host" presiding over this lively drumming competition. Heavy rain heard Xiaoyu's call and rushed over.
As soon as the heavy rain came, the whole campus was boiling. Some stood at the door of the classroom and looked at the water splashing on the ground. Some covered their heads with their hands on the playground and ran into the classroom. She seemed to want to take a bath. She stood in an open and unprotected place and let the rain wash her away, but she was not afraid of it.
The rain splashes on the ground, and wherever the raindrops fall, small water splashes will appear, which is extremely beautiful; the rain is like a magician, and the flowers and plants watered by him appear more vibrant, and the rain is like a painting. Master, it gives green leaves to green leaves and brighter colors to flowers.
The rain fell on the trees, and the big tree touched by the rain was full of dewdrops, each one crystal clear, like white gems, as if the tree was dressed in white gems.
Rain, I like you and your innocence. Rain, I sing your praises and your selfless dedication. Weekly Diary 4 when it rains
Autumn after the rain is also joyful, because it is a good harvest season. You see, there is that fragrant and attractive atmosphere in the orchard, and many people are vying to go there. Pick it! And the autumn rain brings us a harvest song.
Gradually the night is getting darker, the stars are spreading all over the sky, the bright moonlight is spreading all over the earth, everything seems to be covered with a thick layer of silver sand, and at this moment, everything in the world has fallen asleep. .
"The night is as cool as water on the sky stairs, and I sit and watch the Altair and the Vega", "We talk and laugh about the harvest, and we welcome you." Autumn is colorful, and it brings the joy of harvest to farmers. At the same time, it also brings a trace of desolation to those who miss their loved ones in far away places. I love autumn and the thin autumn rain.
And that autumn rain can never be forgotten in my mind! It's Raining Weekly Diary 5
Gradually, a gust of wind blew by, the fiery red maple leaves trembled a few times, and the sky gradually became gloomy. Soon there was a steady autumn rain.
With the coming of autumn rain, autumn has also arrived. The autumn rain is silky, hazy, and desolate. Look, how many famous poets sighed and wrote desolate poems one after another, such as: "One autumn rain and one cold, ten autumn rains lead to hibernation."
Autumn is here, and within a few days, the leaves gradually leave the arms of the big tree mother and cover the ground.
Autumn is here, and how many faraway travelers are missing their relatives in their hometowns, just because there is the Mid-Autumn Festival in autumn. As the saying goes: "I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, but I miss my relatives even more during the festive season." Whenever I think of my relatives in my hometown, I think of fallen leaves returning to their roots.
At this time, I couldn't help but look out the window, and saw the thin autumn rain, pattering. From time to time there would be a "tick-tock" sound, and the smoke-like autumn rain filled the whole city. At this moment, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. It’s Raining Weekly Diary 6
This morning, when I woke up, I heard a burst of crackling rain, like music played for God.
I got dressed and went to the balcony. I saw raindrops as big as beans falling from the sky and hitting the ground, like naughty dolls dancing on the ground. I watched as my father came home from the night shift. I hurriedly went to eat, put on my rain boots, and went downstairs with my father under my umbrella.
We walked through the rain all the way to the "Mother and Son" small garden. I looked up at the sky, and it looked hazy as if I was wearing a mask. The rain gradually stopped, and some rain stopped. The beads fell on the leaves, but before they had time to fall, my father shook the trunk hard, and the raindrops immediately fell from the leaves, like a heavy rain. It was so fun!
On the way home, I saw pedestrians holding colorful umbrellas, which looked like moving flowers from a distance.
This rain really makes our neighborhood look hazy and beautiful! ;