In June of this year, with summer the arrival of the Dragon Boat Festival, should already have come to our side. Apart from those in the leafy road, not to mention the sun creak the cicada sound, not to mention the sunshine of summer flowers smile...... Only about the rain, June is enough to capture the spirit of the June.
This afternoon, the weather is unusually hot, I stand on the balcony is blowing wind. Suddenly, a piece of dark clouds float, a few drops of rain drops star in my head. Before I huanguo to god, a sound after the MenLei, heavy rains have crazy underground up. It was raining harder and harder, a layer of rain curtain covering the Windows solidly plastered, outside of things almost hardly see.
June of rain, it cannot come, the saying goes. Not long, with dark clouds away under, the rain is slowly stopped, dark clouds away some, the sky was bright, also more and more far many thunder. And I opened the balcony door, and went out, waves cool wind blow on the face and come, more than the much stronger. The roof of rain to flows downward, hua hua interwoven into a beautiful symphony. In June, it seems, the rain overnight.
Maybe in southern xinjiang cotton farmers don't like many June because it is like rain, a peppery children, if a "will to temper", suddenly, a heavy: light is more than 10 minutes of the heavy downpour, heavy then thunder and lightning, moves mountains in a down a hailstorm. It was June cotton flowering time, rapunzel show the most afraid of encounter hail. In the eyes of cotton farmers, June is really a natural disasters of the seasons.
The southern June is rainy season. June, the spring rain relative to clear and transparent, rain a lot. My expectation, the rain was always under a June, spells, broke the peace of the path, the shower of rain falling childen beating with pure static heart I.
The rain is really extraordinary, June is like summer girl that soybean big tears like, ran down her DiaoMan, hot temper that, went down, let a person is unexpected. Look at the ground, and the rain was hit the ground, on countless blisters, seems to be that summer is the heart of the girl out fast.
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