天,灰蒙蒙的。云给天加了点水,让天湿润润的。哗啦一声,水瓶倒了,水快乐地向下跑去。雨,来了。第一排水珠子滴答滴答地拉开了雨幕。打开伞,到操场上,雨毫不犹豫地打了下来,在伞上弹奏交响乐。雨像一根根透明的针,齐刷刷地落在伞上。有时,针打在叶子上,滴答滴答;有时,针打在土里,嗒嗒嗒嗒;有时,针打在叶丛中,沙沙沙沙;有时, Days, gray. Cloud to the sky plus a little water, let the weather moist. Crashed, water bottle down, water ran down happily. Rain, it’s coming. The first drainage bead ticked open the rain curtain. Umbrella open to the playground, the rain did not hesitate to fight down, playing symphony on the umbrella. The rain is like a transparent needle, falling evenly on the umbrella. Sometimes the needles hit the leaves and tick; sometimes the needles hit the ground, clicking, and sometimes the needles hit the leaves, rustling; sometimes,