夏日午后的一天,我坐在书桌旁写作。闷热的空气从窗户缝里挤了进来,也挤走了一切思绪。“怎么这么闷?”我埋怨道。“可能是暴风雨快到了吧。”妈妈不经意的回答着。屋檐下的一只蜘蛛,似乎察觉到了什么,弃网躲了起来。果然,片片乌云很快覆盖住了整片天空,像一只大手遮住所有阳光。天空黑压压、低沉沉的,好象随时都会掉下来。不一会儿,天上打起了鼓,照起了灯光,大地随着灯光的开关,也忽亮忽暗。这一场暴风雨来的猛烈,雨点落在瓦片上的声音铿锵 One day in the summer afternoon, I was sitting at my desk writing. Sultry air squeezed in from the windows, squeezed away all thoughts. “How so boring?” I complained. “It may be a storm coming up. ” My mother inadvertently replied. A spider under the eaves, seems to be aware of what, abandoned network to hide. Sure enough, the patches of dark clouds quickly covered the whole sky, covering the sun like a big hand. Dark sky pressure, low, as if at any time will fall. A moment later, the sky played the drum, according to the light, the earth with the light switch, but also suddenly bright and dark. This violent storm, rain drops on the tile sonorous sonorous