Summer Rain (Children's Practice)

The summer rain, without the delicacy and softness of the spring rain, but he was very warm, so warm that it was unexpected.

I still remember the last summer vacation with my father on the way back from Hangzhou, when driving to the Three Bridges, the air was suddenly covered with dark clouds, there were white "long dragons" in the air like shadows, suddenly a white pillar of light shot down from the sky, flashed a few seconds and disappeared, this "long dragon" came home and then heard a sound like a "little boy" explosion, which made my ears almost deaf.

This is my deepest memory of summer rain, I don't know if you feel the same as me!

A little pen practice from a child.