What are the sentences describing "rain" in classic works or novels?

It is raining. That kind of Mao Mao rain, which wets people's spirits and clothes at the same time, is not a good downpour. It doesn't fall like a waterfall to teach people who are forced to breathe to run to the door of the big house and hide. It was a very fine rain that people couldn't separate from the clear water drops. An invisible tiny water drop kept floating on people's bodies, and soon the clothes were covered with a layer of cold and permeable moss-like water.

2.([ English] Dickens' Biography of Pickwick, p. 844)?

Smoke, hanging on the top of the chimney, seems to lack the courage to rise: the rain falls slowly and stubbornly, as if even the poured spirit can't fight it.

3. (Feng Menglong; Demon in Cycas Town, Jingyang Palace and Warning the World, pp. 608-609)

Heavy rain ..... Who knows that there was another heavy rain by those monsters, and when the Shiyan flew, the Shang sheep were encouraged. Heavy clouds poured down, like a downpour, and suddenly poured into the air. Is it because of drought resistance? Forced to peel off, hit the garden leaves, east, west, green, lotus dripping in the pond, the last flower. The rain under the blue sky is praying, but this is to drive away whales and spit in the sea in the future. Exactly: the fireworks in the hut are cold, the pear flower garden is frightened, the canal is filled with muddy water, and the land is beautiful and the moss is stagnant.

4. (Feng Deying: "Kucaihua" p. 255)

Lightning failed to tear up the thick clouds, and after the huge thunder rolled over the low clouds, it rained cats and dogs. Rain, summer showers, swooped down, as if God was crying for human misfortune. Night, dark and gloomy night, seems to be the only ruler of this world.

5. (Haoran: sunny day, p. 135 1)

The storm shook Dongshanwu. Thunder with lightning, lightning with thunder. Rain is like a ladle, a sieve, and a sprayer, spraying there unhurriedly-for a while, for a while, for a while, for a while, for a while, for a while, staggered and continuous. Rain falls from eaves, walls and tree tops and scatters.

6.([ Bo] Xiankewich: Crusader Knight, p. 725)

The pause of the storm and the brightness of the sky are only a short moment. It's dark again, as dark as night. The clouds are so low that they almost cover the forest. An ominous shadow fell on the mountain and hissed, as if the angel of the storm had stopped being impatient. Thor screamed and roared. Dazzling lightning has been illuminating the scary sky and threatening the earth.

7. ([Russia] Nikolai Nikolai Gogol; "Dead Soul" on page 98)

Clouds have gathered in the air, and heavy rain has hit the dusty postal road. Then came a closer and louder thunderbolt, and the rain poured down. For the hood, it was a horizontal attack at first, suddenly from here, suddenly from there, and then changed the attack mode. Raindrops fell straight on the top of the tree crown, and all the water spots splashed on the begging face.

8.([ Su] Surafimoweizhi: Book, p. 136)

Torrential rain poured down from the dark sky. It's not rain, it's noisy and untenable water. It was a violent and dark water whirlwind, pouring down from all directions.

9.([ Su] Gorky: "Aship and Grandpa Leonka" and "Selected Short Stories of Gorky" on page 59)

Raindrops fall, and the sound of falling rain rings mysteriously, as if warning. In the distance, the rain became loud, like a big brush rubbing on the dry ground. ...

10, ([France] Miao Sai: Confessions of a Century, p. 12 1 p.

It is raining harder and harder. Darkness hung over the barren fields.

Violent lightning sometimes illuminates dark fields. The sound of heavy rain and the roar of strong winds, the elements liberated from nature, and the strength displayed on the small roof contrast with the religious silence in the hut, giving people a sense of sacredness and a strange sense of dignity for the scene I witnessed.

1 1, ([France] Mo Bosang: Miss Feifei, Selected Short Stories of Mo Bosang, Volume I, p. 150- 15 1 page)

The rain is falling like waves. It was a heavy rain in Normandy. We can say that we were watered by an angry hand. It is as oblique and dense as a curtain, forming a rain wall with countless twill. It whips, shoots and drowns everything. The vicinity of Rouen has always been called the French urinal, and now this rain is really the rain in that area.

12, ([France] Flaubert: Madame Bovary, p. 1 19- 120)

On the other side of Rouen in the Western Heaven, there are dark clouds and rough waves, pushing forward and holding back. The sun released a long line, but like a golden arrow, it surpassed the clouds. Meanwhile, the rest of the sky is empty, as white as porcelain. A gust of wind blew, the poplar bent down, the shower fell suddenly, and the green leaves were knocked off. The sun followed, then came out, the hens were crowing, the sparrows were flapping their wings in the wet bushes, and the sand was very small.

13, ([Russia] Turgenev: Luo Ting, p.119-120)

It is a hot day, with clear sky and mild sunshine, although there are showers from time to time. Thin smoky clouds quietly pass through the clean sky, which easily blocks a piece of sunshine, occasionally it rains cats and dogs, and then it stops soon. The dense raindrops, as dazzling as diamonds, soon hit the ground heavily, and the sunlight passed through its flashing particles and grass, rustling in the wind and motionless. The wet tree shook its leaves feebly and the birds kept singing. Chirped clips and the splash of new rain sound sweet. The dusty road was blown up by sudden and dense raindrops and turned into shallow dots. So the clouds gathered, the breeze began to blow, and the grass began to appear green and golden yellow. Wet leaves stick together and look more transparent.

14, ([France] Dumas: three musketeers, p. 825)

From time to time, huge lightning illuminates the whole sky. It galloped in the shadow of a tree, splitting the sky and the water like a scary machete. There is not a breath of wind in the dreary air. Dead silence weighs on the whole nature. It has just rained, the ground is slippery, and the vibrant weeds are quite fragrant.

15, ([Su] sholokhov's Quiet Don River, p. 1660- 16 1 page).

The grassland washed by heavy rain looks very green. A bright arc rainbow starts from the distant pool and crosses the Don River. Thunder in the west is still rumbling in a low voice. The muddy landscape gurgled and rushed into the ditch. Many gurgling rivers hit the hillside and flowed along Gua Tian. Along the river, the river is mixed with leaves knocked out by rain, grass roots washed out of the ground and many broken ears of black wheat. The soft sand accumulated by alluvial deposits spread in all directions along the Gua Tian, burying the seedlings and vines of watermelon and melon. Glittering rain deeply washes the rut and runs on the summer road. Under the distant ravine, a pile of hay burned by lightning was almost burned out. A purple column of smoke rose high.