Fifty Cross Diary of Observing the Weather

The sky was filled with dark clouds, pressing down heavily with gray. The leaves on the trees were motionless, and the cicadas did not chirp.

Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and drizzle began. Thousands of filaments rippled in the air, and the raindrops were like pilots, bravely jumping down from the clouds and giving the green fields a cold bath. The wheat seedlings drank enough water and kept nodding. The roses look more delicate after being washed by the rain.

The road was wet, and the dirty ditch next to it became a stage for the Raindrops. They sang and danced, popping up crystal clear bubbles. People speeded up and hurriedly walked. Walked by. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, causing the windmill to spin as if it couldn't stop. The glass of the fish tank also became blurred, and the small fish fled as fast as they could after seeing a depth charge.

Gradually, the rain became lighter, the pond was full of water, and the birds poked their heads out.