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关于暴风雨的英语作文

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It begins when a feeling of stillness creeps into my consciousness. Every thing

has suddenly gone quiet. Birds do not chirp. Leaves do not rustle. Insects do not

sing.

The air that has been hot all day bees heavy. It hangs over the trees, presses

the heads of the flowers to the ground, sits on my shoulders. With a vague

feeling of uneasiness I move to the window. There, in the west, lies the answer -

cloud has piled on cloud to form a ridge of mammoth while towers, rearing

against blue sky.

Their piercing whiteness is of brief duration. Soon the marshmallow rims

flatten to anvil tops, and the clouds reveal their darker nature. They impose

themselves before the late-afternoon sun, and the day darkens early. Then a gust

of wind ships the dust along the road, chill warning of what is to e.

In the house a door shuts with a bang, curtains billow into the room. I rush to

close the windows, empty the clothesline, secure the patio furnishings. Thunder

begins to grumble in the distance.

The first drops of rain are huge. They splat into the dust and imprint the

windows with individual signatures. They plink on the vent pipe and plunk on the

patio roof. Leaves shudder under their weight before rebounding, and sidewalk

wears a coat of shiny spots.

The rhythm aelerates; plink follows plunk faster and faster until the sound is a

roll of drums and the individual drops bee an army marching over fields and

rooftops. Now the first bolt of lightning stabs the earth. It is heaven's exclamation

point. The storm is here!

In spite of myself, I jump at the following crack of thunder. It rattles the

windowpane and sends the dog scratching to get under the bed. The next bolt is

even closer. It raises the hair on the back of my neck, and I take an involuntary

step away from the window.

The rain now bees a torrent, flung capriciously by rising wind. Together they

batter the trees and level the grasses. Water streams off roofs and out of rain

spouts. It pounds against the window in such a steady wash that I am sightless.

There is only water. How can so much fall so fast? How could the clouds have

supported this vast weight? How can the earth endure beneath it?

Pacing through the house from window to window, I am moved to

openmouthed wonder. Look how the lilac bends under the assault, how the day

lilies are flattened, how the hillside steps are a new made waterfall! Now

hailstones thump upon the roof. They bounce white against the grass and splash

into the puddle. I think of the vegetable garden, the fruit trees, the crops in the

fields; but, thankfully, the hailstones are not enough in numbers or size to do real

damage. Not this time.

From this storm is already beginning to pass. The tension is released from the

atmosphere, the curtains of rain let in more light. The storm has spend most of its

energy, and what is left will be expended on the countryside to the east.

I am drawn outside while the rain still falls. All around, there is a cool and

wele feeling. I breathe deeply and watch the sun's rays streaks through breaking

clouds. One ray catches the drops that form on the edge of the roof, and I am

treated to a row of tiny, quivering colors - my private rainbows.

I pick my way through the west grass, my feet sinking into the saturated soil.

The creek in the gully runs bank - full of brown water, but the small lakes and

puddles are already disappearing into the earth. Every leaf, brick, single, and

blade of grass is fresh-washed and shining.

Like the land, I am renewed, my spirits cleansed. I feel an infinite peace. Fro a

time I have forgotten the worries and irritations I am nurturing before. They have

been washed away by the glories of the storm.

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air that has been hot all day bees hangs over thetrees, presses

the heads of the flowers to the ground, sits on a vague feeling

of uneasiness I move to the , in the west, lies the answer-cloud has

piled on cloudto form a ridge of mammoth white towers, rearing against

piecing whiteness is of brief themarshmallow rims

flatten to anvil tops, and the clouds revealtheir darker impose

themselves before thelate-afternoon sun, and the day darkens early.

Then a gust of windwhips the dust along the road, chill warning of what is

the house a door shuts with a bang, curtains billow into theroom.I rush to

close the windows, empty the clothesline, securethe patio r

begins to grumble in first drops of rain are splat into

the dust andimprint the windows with individual plink on thevent

pipe and plunk on the patio shudder under theirweight before

rebounding, and the sidewalk wears a coat of rhythm aelerates;

plink follows plunk faster and faster untilthe sound is a roll of drums and the

individual drops bee anarmymarching over fields and the first bolt

oflightning stabs the earth. It is heaven’s exclamation rm is

spite of myself, I jump at the following crack of thunder.

It rattles the windowpane and sends the dog scratching to get underthe

next bolt is even raises the hair on theback of my neck, and I

take an involuntary step away from rain now bees a torrent,flung

capriciously by a rising er they batter the trees and level the

streams off roofs and out of rain pounds against the

window in such a steady wash that I am is only can so

much fall so fast?How could the clouds have supported this vast weight?How ran

the earth endure beneath it?