First there was a small, insignificant Mao Mao rain, and then the raindrops jumped down like paratroopers, listening to the coach's orders. Some small paratroopers can't wait, scrambling to jump, and this is the rain in Mao Mao.
Listening to the fragrance of flowers all over the sky, it began to rain in Mao Mao-and there was a faint fragrance; On the grass that can be seen everywhere, the rain also left something here, which is the source of life that moistens the grass and the earth. There are ripples on the river, and the rain girl pays sweat; People hold up umbrellas to form umbrella flowers and beautiful scenery, and it is also inseparable from this naughty rain.
It's raining and people are watching. I saw raindrops sweeping the whole bluestone pavement, wet, like a sprinkler passing by, and it seemed that all the dust was washed away by the water sprayed by the sprinkler. This rain is not only an ordinary rain, but also a halo on the road.
I like this rain. It is not a majestic storm, as if nothing can stop it. On the contrary, I prefer Mao Mao rain. Clouds are raindrops, falling from the sky and flowing silently and slowly in people's hearts. The drizzle is like a silver needle I looked up and felt the beauty. My face is crisp and numb, and I have an indescribable comfort and happiness from the inside out. In the rain, everything in the world seems to be isolated from itself. I feel that I am in an empty world, and everything is composed and imagined by scattered raindrops.
At the moment, the rain stopped. Soon, the sun appeared from the dark clouds, shining with golden light. , reflecting a piece of white clouds, but also reflecting the dew shining on the flowers and plants around me, and a colorful line on the horizon. Without the support of rain, the river, which was just surging, immediately dimmed its spirit. It was sunny, and people put away their umbrellas.
What a beautiful rain!