乌云急急忙忙地赶来了。它是这场盛大演出的报幕员。天空很是满意。它是编导兼灯光师。它把光调得灰黄灰黄的,造成压抑一切的昏暗——它的黑暗奏鸣曲马上就要开始了。指挥员终于走了出来。它在天空中划过一道刺眼的白光——演出的第一声乐音响起:“轰!”接着而来的自然是主角——雨。它们从天空中一跃而下,大笑着、跳跃着、欢呼着,它们是顽皮的孩子。它们又飞速地坠落着,滑翔着,碰撞着,它们是盛夏的信使。它们在与地面接触的那一刻,使劲儿跺着脚。它们踏着自己的节拍,流动着、喊叫着、嬉闹着。它们在享受生命,享受 The clouds hurriedly came. It is the newsagent of this grand performance. The sky is very satisfied. It is director and lighting division. It shades the light gray-yellow, causing a depression of all-its dark Sonata is about to begin. Commander finally came out. It skimmed in the sky through a dazzling white - the first vocals of the show sounded: “Boom!” The ensuing nature is the protagonist - the rain. They jumped from the sky, laughing, jumping, cheering, naughty children. They crashed rapidly, gliding, colliding, messengers of midsummer. They stamped their feet as they touched the ground. They marched their own beats, flowing, shouting, frolic. They are enjoying life and enjoying