One day in the summer vacation, the sky is still so blue, and the sun, like fire, makes the earth smoke. Suddenly, the sky darkened and the weather became more sultry. My heart was crushed by a stone slab weighing 1000 kg, and I couldn't breathe. After a while, a gust of wind blew the dust on the ground everywhere. The tree shook violently in the wind, as if it were going to fall down. The branches lashed wildly like thousands of whips, and all the dead branches and leaves fell off. A storm is coming!
Looking up at the sky, I saw dark clouds pouring in, like thousands of runaway wild horses, bravely raising their manes. Suddenly a zigzag lightning flashed across the sky, casting a Yin Hui on everything; Then a loud noise came into my ears, which made people feel scared. Then, the rainstorm is like a milky way bursting its mouth, as if to swallow it up. It's raining harder and harder, like thousands of beads falling from the air in Qian Qian, with a huge momentum. Heavy rain, electricity like a fire dragon, thunderbolt. Looking through the glass, I can't see anything in the distance. The earth is covered with a layer of water mist, like a layer of white gauze. There is too much water on the eaves, which is pulled into a line. Big trees and small trees danced happily in the rain, and the grass twisted its delicate waist to welcome the arrival of heavy rain.
Half an hour passed, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The tiles on the roof drank enough water and ticked "tick-tock, tick-tock". The outdoor air is so fresh that it is no longer so sultry. They heard the laughter of several children in the street. It turns out that they are jumping on the pond! Flowers and trees also absorbed enough water, washed away the dirt and became more energetic. In the pond, small fish and shrimps also come out to breathe fresh air and enjoy the beautiful scenery.
Ah, the thunderstorm came quickly and went in a hurry. It dispels the sultry heat, brings coolness and relieves troubles for us. I breathe the air after the rain and feel very comfortable.
Thunderstorm composition 600 words (2) The sky in June is like a doll's face, which changes with the change. No, it's sultry from morning to noon, and there are few pedestrians on the road. The cicada in the tree cried tirelessly, "cicada, cicada …" as if to say, "It's hot, hot, hot … many men are still sweating with bare arms. In the afternoon, I moved a chair to enjoy the cool under the big banyan tree in front of my house. At about 3 o'clock, I saw that the dark clouds in the west had come down. I quickly moved back to my chair and closed the window. After a while, the sky was overcast and there was a strong wind outside. The big banyan tree in front of the house aroused a "crazy dance". A spider in the tree was blown off the tree, fell to the ground and ran away. I don't know if it hurts.
After a while, the heavy rain fell from the sky. Beads the size of beans slammed on the windows and roofs on the ground, and white transparent water splashed on the river. Very beautiful. Gradually, the rain under the eaves turned into a transparent water curtain, and a "stream" rose on the ground, as if singing a cheerful song. I seem to see green rice seedlings drinking bottles of cold sprite!
The weather is clear, the sky is blue, and the rainbow becomes more beautiful against the blue sky.
People often say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." In fact, the rain in summer is not very precious.
Thunderstorm composition 600 words (3) In class, I felt the classroom was stuffy, so I opened the window. There is no wind outside, and clouds gather overhead, as if whispering!
The sky suddenly darkened. Then lightning thundered, and lightning danced in the sky like an salamander. The deafening sound smashed the glass on the window. In an instant, the raindrops as big as beans splashed on the ground and became lines. Bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky was falling, and thousands of silver wires floated down from the sky. The rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. The wind lashed the rain like countless whips, beating hard on the glass window. Like a broken pearl on the eaves, it began to tick and sing cheerful songs, with faster and faster rhythm, and finally merged into a unrestrained carnival song. Rain flows on the roof like a waterfall. The road under the house was full of rain and turned into a stream. Suddenly, like an explosion, thunder rumbled again. A little white dog was scared away by thunder. The dog ran to the door and looked around. The thunder is louder and louder over and over again. The dog seemed to be scared out of breath and ran back to the big cage. After a long time, the rain gradually subsided, and the drizzle fell silently, like countless silkworms spitting out silver and countless ties, rippling in mid-air. In the street, some people hold umbrellas, some people stop to wear raincoats, and others run around the street without umbrellas and raincoats.
At dawn, the air is much fresher. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful noon. After the baptism of the storm, the leaves are greener and more energetic, as if they had won a great victory, and they are all full of energy. I think: at this time, the crops in the field should be full, and they are laughing happily! People and cars are crowded outside the school and on the road. A sea of people.
Ah! The summer after the thunderstorm is really refreshing.
Thunderstorm composition 600 words (4) At night, dark clouds filled the sky and there was a strong wind outside. Chickens and dogs crowed everywhere in the village, and the room became dark. It will rain. The leaves shook violently, and there was a "rumbling" sound in the distance, as if it were coming from the ground.
Another gust of wind dazzled people. I don't know whose window is open, but there is a sound of broken glass. Wet prints of raindrops appeared on the ground and gradually became larger. The thunder was loud, as if encouraging the rain: everybody jump down! It began to rain heavily. The thunder became brittle, grandma said, this is standing thunder, the most dangerous. Thunder "click" and "click" are really like those written in Journey to the West. Lei Gong and Rem are dancing in the clouds with sledgehammers. The lines of lightning are getting thicker and thicker. When it thunders, a flash of lightning cuts through the sky and goes straight into the ground, making the sky look like day.
The rain is intermittent, sometimes big and sometimes small, and the sound of "rushing" gradually fades away. I wonder when it will stop. All the birds with nests have returned to their nests. Those without nests hide under the big tree, shaking the rain from time to time, and then hiding their heads deeply in their necks. This lightning is getting faster and faster, and it appears and disappears. Like a little boy hiding by your side, wearing bleached clothes. That white color is difficult to adjust on the palette. He combined light yellow, orange yellow, gray and light-like white to form the color of this lightning.
After a while, lightning struck the horizon, the wind ran away and the rain quietly left. The village is quiet again, except for the dripping sound. Glittering raindrops are rolling on the leaves, and there is a small puddle in front of the door. The dog is licking the water in the puddle, the chicken comes out of the henhouse again, foraging leisurely in the yard, and the birds fly away.
The village is quiet again.
Thunderstorm composition 600 words (5) In the evening before the thunderstorm, the weather was sultry and there was no cool breeze. In the distance, dark clouds occupy the sky layer by layer, and in a short time, dark clouds cover the whole sky like a curtain. People are waiting for God to tear this curtain apart, and let the thunderstorm wash the earth completely new and give us a cool world!
In the evening, God tore open the dark clouds, and immediately a thunderstorm began. The marching troops are dazzling lightning and earth-shattering thunder, threatening the storm to rush to the earth with overwhelming force. The wind, like countless whips, caught the rain and pumped it hard on the glass window. The rain really got into the window gap. Lightning is intermittent, like a python jumping over the clouds, and suddenly there is a thunder outside the window, which almost shocked me. It rained for a long time, with no sign of stopping: lightning and thunder. From time to time, God pours out earth-shattering heavy rain with thunderous momentum-the rain is also desperately beating down and the window is scraping.
The rain kept falling and the deafening thunder was still roaring. Finally, it was dawn, and the rain gradually became smaller. It began to look like cloth, then like curtains, like broken beads, like lines. Finally, we could only tell the size of the rain by the raindrops on the ground. Just when people thought the rain would stop, last night's thunder seemed unwilling to fail 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. The sound was so green that it broke the silence of the city.
I still have a lingering fear when I mention the lightning that night. I think: Does this thunderstorm usher in a cool summer or a hot summer?