After lunch, I sat by the window and felt that it was a little cold and it was going to rain. In an instant, the sky was overcast, and the cold wind blew gently on the ground, making the leaves rustle. Then, it rained in Mao Mao. At first, rain was like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament. Finally, it grew bigger and bigger, and the rain fell like countless lines, washing away the leaves of plants. Suddenly, the rain rushed into the window with the wind.

It was raining harder and harder, so I looked out through the glass window. There is a wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, which is gray. Rain dripped on the tiles of the roof, splashing, and the whole roof was covered with a thin layer of smoke. Leaves and grass are green and shiny. The rain dripped down the eaves and became a thick line. The rain on the ground accumulated more and more, and finally merged into one.

What a timely rain! The seedlings in the field will have a good time. I seem to see rain flowing into fields, orchards and people's hearts.