Write a poem and prose named Tianyu by imitating Rain Language! ! ! Really anxious! ! Thank you! !

The poem "The Rain" was rewritten into prose. In April, when I heard the rain, all the pearls and jade were broken and the flowers were tired. Hear the sound of rain: April has been waiting on the earth for a long time, waiting for the rain to moisten. Thirsty pasture, scattered yellow grass, like a loose hair; The gray land in the field raises yellow smoke, and they are looking forward to the baptism of rain. There is only a shallow pool of cold water in the fish pond, and the fish are struggling feebly. The pebbles were exposed in the stream, singing songs that could not be dispatched hoarsely. Underground, sleeping seeds, that hope has been trapped for a winter, waiting for someone to unlock the seal. Listen to the rain: I will visit this land in April. Rain, tiptoeing silently, weaves a Zhang Bing-like water curtain between heaven and earth, which is her quiet and beautiful figure. Lightning will not come, and the wind will not roar in this silence. When the rain came, she shouted to the children: Come out, don't dodge, raise your face like a flower to meet me, drink the beat of the rain and see the new makeup of the earth. Pu Tian greedily sucked the rain, and the soil was black and bright, as if dripping oil. Life on the pasture that has endured a winter is no longer sleeping, and I hope to stick my head out of the ground. When the water level in the pond rises, the fish wagged their tails happily, causing ripples. The stream overflows the dry stone, jumps lightly and sings melodious melody, which is crisp and wonderful. Hear the rain: my home, in a distant place, the mountains play with me all day, and white clouds surround me. Children, laugh bravely! I came, and everything on the earth laughed. When you laugh, there is hope for the earth. Rain, when it comes, will never go and rest forever. She stays in laughter. When you eat a sweet and crisp apple, remember that it is the last blessing of the rain.