雨,好像是千万只魔指,好像是千万条琴弦,弹出了千变万化的声音。下雨时,只听半空中响起一声炸雷,像有人发号施令似的,豆大的雨点如同千万颗子弹一齐从天空射下来,打在地上,发出清脆的响声,就像交响乐达到高潮。天地间仿佛挂着一幅宽大的珠帘,灰蒙蒙的一片,地上开起千万朵晶莹的水花。狂风呼啸而过,一些胆小的草和小树赶紧鞠躬让路。闪电在天 Rain, it seems that millions of magic fingers, as if tens of millions of strings, pop-up ever-changing voice. When it rains, I just hear the sound of a thunderbolt in mid-air. As someone who orders, the raindrops of raindrops shoot down from the sky like thousands of bullets and hit the ground with crisp sounds like symphony orgasms. As if hung between the world a large bead curtain, gray one, the ground opened 10 million crystal water. The gust of wind whistled, and some timid grass and little trees quickly bowed to give way. Lightning in the sky