For a composition of about 500 words, the first sentence should be: Weather forecast: There will be a storm tomorrow....

On the weekend, after dinner, I turned on the TV, wow! It’s a nasty weather forecast again!, I continued to watch it unhappily.

“Alert! Alert! There will be one tomorrow. Storm.... "Storm?" My heart is full of expectations.

The next day, I was sitting at home and heard deafening thunder resounding through the sky, like violent cannon fire. The sky was covered with dark clouds, completely covering the sun and the blue sky. Sure enough, the storm is coming!

The wind blew stronger and the wind roared. The head of the big tree has been blown as low as possible, and those branches that could not withstand the 'test' were blown away by the strong wind. Even the flowers have lost their former smiles, because they have been blown to pieces and have lost the petals they are usually most proud of. Lightning continued to roll forward from the end of the black cloud, and the white light was very dazzling. Then, the thunder continued to move forward like the footsteps of a giant, and the sound was deafening. At that moment it was as if the earth was shaking. There was a flash of lightning, a crisp thunderclap, and then there was a pouring rain, as if the gods received a signal and poured the water of the Milky Way into the world. The heavy rain violently beat on the roof and impacted the glass, playing a shocking movement. At this time, another bolt of lightning struck, and the lightning was so bright that I couldn't even open my eyes. People on the street were running fast, wishing they could fly home all at once. There were only a few night walkers holding umbrellas left, and the people disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The wind god’s sharp arrows roared towards the helpless earth, sending out bursts of cheers. The trees on the roadside tried their best to swing their clumsy limbs to avoid the brushing rain arrows. However, the trees were still covered with bruises in a matter of seconds. The small pond in front of the house soon filled up with a large area of ​​yellow water. The green ducks on the river were like frightened children, huddled in the corner of the pond. The river water also rotated violently with the direction of the wind, and the waves on the river kept rising and falling. .

Although the sky was as dark as spilled black ink, the rolling clouds were vaguely visible. The clouds were like the faces of monsters, and the blue-purple lightning was the terrifying and ferocious look of the monsters. Smiley face.

There are no people on the path; in the sky, a few straggler birds are also desperately escaping to people's roofs to take shelter from the rain; the flowers on the roadside are also torn to pieces by the strong wind; the weeds have withstood the Unable to withstand the test of the violent storm, I had already bent down on the ground; the clothes hanging in the corridor were also "dancing" in the wind...

I stood by the window and looked at the scene in front of me. , thinking of the golden sun, the storm will pass, the dark clouds will still be driven away by the sun, and there will still be bright sunshine waiting for people tomorrow.