I still remember that rainy day, when I was waiting for my mother's figure, tears flowed involuntarily.
That day, it was raining, as if God was crying, and tears fell down. I squeezed out of the crowded school gate, sat down in the seat of the reception room in a hurry, put down my schoolbag and ran out quickly.
I have been looking for my mother along the road, and passers-by on the side of the road looked at me one by one. No, it isn't, and it isn't. I always wanted to find her in the crowded crowd, but I never found her familiar petite figure, but what I didn't expect was that her mother was not in the crowd at all. I lowered my eyes, my face flushed, and my bright eyes suddenly lost any luster. I am on the verge of collapse. Why? Why? Mom hasn't come to pick me up yet? Tears rushed down from the corner of my eyes and I cried. I cried for no reason. I ran back to my seat in tears and dried my tears.
It's raining harder and harder, and there are strong winds. I accidentally glanced out of the window and saw a woman walking in the direction of a message room in the heavy rain. She walked with difficulty step by step. Obviously, she fell. I don't care how hard it rains, all I can think about is that woman. I rushed over and took a closer look. Oh, my God! It's mom! She was soaked to the skin, her hands were cold, and her bangs stuck to her forehead unnaturally. Rain ran down her cheeks, down her hair and onto her clothes. Oh, my god Mother is only wearing a thin shirt. She is ruddy.