Last Monday was an unforgettable rainy day when I could feel the excitement brought by the rain. I forgot to bring my umbrella but I was determined not to wait for the rain to stop because I was in a hurry.
When I trotted from the school, I descried the silvery cloth falling from the grey sky. The cloth was extremely long and it continued to descend without end. Amazingly, the fine cloth scrubbed all the dust away from the dingy buildings and the filthy streets. Then, the environment became new and fresh. Unbelievably, the cloth turned into a stream when it passed on the road. Lovely, tiny flowers grew on the stream and disappeared immediately. What an astonishing scene!
The naughty drops of water settled down on me. Some dwarfs jumped up and down on my black hair while some dwarfs rested in my ear holes. Some drops of water solidified onto diamonds as well on my glasses, shinning and shimmering in front of my eyes.
At that time, the pita pat sound was louder and louder. It seemed the orchestra was going to play the most exciting part of the composition. The conductor waved the hand of wind to raise the emotion of all the musicians. Mr. Thunder beat the drums harder and it sounded like a lion roaring while Mrs. Wind blew the tree flute melodiously, Mr. Rain played the main melody. “Tick-tock, tick-tock”, telling us the story of the love.
The ballet dancers were touched when they heard such graceful music and started to dance, raising both hands above their heads. They tiptoed and jumped from this side of the ponds on the ground to another side. Finally, they settled on the ground gently with a perfect turn. More and more pedestrians joined the performance of the swan Lake, strolling around with a big crowd.
Oh! Beware of the lake! The Black Swan was rushing towards, winking its yellow-lighting eyes. It swept the lake water and splashed the water onto the feathers of other swans. The angry swans patted their soaked bodies and screamed to show their frustration. Lastly, the Black swan was frightened away and disappeared after turning into the corner of the road. The ballet ended flawlessly.
The audience started to leave. Look, there was a snail sliding along the road. This special audience must be very old as I saw there was an extra leg, a black stick for the snail, in an attempt to accompany it for easy jogging. What a poor elderly, using its old shell to withstand the attack of the rain arrows. Unfortunately, the weak shell was broken. However, it didn’t hurt because it had gone into another safer stone shell, the pavilion. Ha -ha, the bombs and bullets if the rain could not damage the stone shell. The old snail smiled as a winner.
Finally, it reached the taxi stand and rested under a big tree. Hundred drops of rain dripped from the tip of the green leaves. Some drops dripped on my lips and tasted it. What a strange taste! It was bitter. I looked upwards naturally. Oh, my goodness! I discovered that the leaves were covered with bird fasces! I hated raining!