After school, the light rain dripped on the earth, and the sun hid in the clouds playfully. I held up the green umbrella and walked out of the school gate.
Walking on the path home, the small pits on the road in the past have formed lovely small puddles. The rain drips gently on the water surface, splashes small ripples, and emits a dense and beautiful music. The soft voice is intoxicating, forming the music of nature.
After the small puddle jumped, a turning point was in front of a downhill. The clear rain fell from the downhill, like a stream. I stepped on it, and the splashed water fell on the grass next to it. "Pappa," which was the sound of rain and trampling, "Pappa, Pappa, Pappa..."
When I walked into the small forest, the surrounding trees were shaded. Rows of big trees blocked the light, making the originally gray sky dark again. I took a deep breath, greedily sucked the fresh air, and crystal clear rain fell on a ripe tomato, and then dropped on the land.
Through the woods, it seems that the rain is heavy. The pure and transparent green silk forms a rain curtain in the gray rainy day, making everything hazy and poetic.
As I walked, I came home before I knew it. When I got home, I found that my sleeves had been soaked by the rain. I looked at my shoes again, and they were also soaked.
Oh, it's so careless. I took off my coat, put on my shoes, and remembered what had happened on my way home.