I kept a diary of thunder.

It was quiet before the thunderstorm. The fish didn't spit bubbles. It's sultry and irritating.

After a while, the clouds were gathering, the clouds rolled in the sky and the wind was blowing hard. Flowers and plants can't stand the test and are blown to the east and west. Pedestrians on the road had to cover their faces with windbreakers, and the wind blew on their faces, which hurt like countless needles. College students who ride bicycles can't overcome the "wind pocket of mother-in-law" and toss and turn like a tumbler. Lightning cuts a hole in the sky.

It began to rain, and the sultry air was mixed with a hint of coolness. The rain is rustling and dripping gradually, and the raindrops as big as beans hit people. In the distance, the houses with red walls and white tiles are crowded, and a trace of warmth is vaguely seen. Green hills come and go, while green waters meander forward. The thunder was deafening, and lightning flashed and thundered. Trees stand in the wind, bathed in rain and the baptism of the night sky.

The encounter is getting smaller and smaller, and it is obliquely scattered all over the world. The grass is drinking the rain happily, the flowers are covered with dew with laughter, and the trees are opening their eyes. Fish are swimming in the water, willows by the river are combing their hair, and frogs in the pool are jumping to catch pests.

After the rain, the sun came out and the rainbow came out, which was particularly dazzling under the blue sky. Under the sky, the earth is covered with lush cages, and everything becomes full of vitality, full of green.

I love wind, I love rain, and I love thunder. They washed the sky blue. They brought everything back to life. They took away their troubles and left behind their beauty!