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Writing Tutorial on Writing about the Rain
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A Sudden Change in the Weather
The summer of 2005 was one of the driest I can remember. By late September, the west coast had been without rain since April. The reservoirs on the north shore were down 2/3’s and the authorities were considering rationing Vancouver’s water. I was on Denman Island, caretaking a friend’s house. Even the ferns drooped. The tiniest spark would start a fire. Then it happened. I heard it first. The raindrops tapped lightly on the metal roof. Then the air changed, becoming sweeter and softer. I went outside in my shirtsleeves and stood under the sky, my face upturned to the wonderful rain. I caught raindrops on my tongue. In the dark, the treefrogs began singing, rejoicing in the return of the damp humidity. All down the driveway the water ran in rivulets, making puddles that I felt with my bare toes. My dog ran beside me, excited too by the sudden change in the weather. It was dark and I was wet and I didn’t care. In all my life, that was the sweetest and best rainfall I’ve ever experienced.
The Fantast of Raining
I don't under the weather. The rainy days never make me depressed. On the contrary, I have a partiality on raining.
By now, I still remember the sightseeing of the Summer Palace in raining.The scenery of Kun-Ming Lake in raining is so wonderful. Standing by the lake,I looked at the far places, the mist covered the water. When I looked closely at near,the raindrops fell on and mingled within the rippled lake surface.
Siting on the Pavilion of Spring-Knowing, listening the raindrops tapped on the floating lotus leaves, I stared at the drops gathered together and rolled away like the mercury beads. At that time, I can not help recalling the famous poem's sentences that extol the rain,and the melody for the sweet rain resounded in my ears. A kind of happy felling welled up.
Now, I live in Vancouver,a city has so much rain. While I face the window, seeing the rain falling and listening the drops tapping, the memory of the past and the good feeling are awakened in mind.
The Scar--The Remains of the Past
Every scar on my body has its story. The big scar remarks a big enent. A huge scar on the back of my left hand got in 1958, the time of "the Great Leap forward" in China.
At that time, we,the university students, must go to farmland to help reaping rice for a period of time in the busy farming season. From sunrise to sunset in July, we worked all day long. The only tool was a reaping hook. At the evening, we lurked our tired bodies back to our camp. At the early morning of next day, we went to work with yawning. Our leader called us ceaselessly:"go all out,aim high", so we worked on and on under the mid-summer sun.
Two weeks later, we were all exhausted, and the amount of the work slipped down ripidly. I was so tired that the event occurred. Holding a sheaf of rices with my left hand and using the sickle to cut them down, the "relative movement" happened. The rices kept absolutely still,but my body tumbled forward. The sickle slipped on the back of my left hand and made a huge cut in it, almost 5cm long, 1cm deep.
I stunned. At first, no pain, no bleed, what I saw was only the
open lips with the white muscles. Suddenly,the blood gushed out, stained all over my hand and dripped on the ground. I wrapped it hurriedly with my handkerchief. Then I put my bandged left hand on the top of my head and trotted to the nearest clinic 5 kilometers away.
The scar is a visible mark remined by that time. But the invisible scar remained in the mind of our nation is the memory of "the Nature Calamities" that lasted three years.
The Pleasant Rain
While drinking a hot cup of cacao I sat on the sofa of my living room, and watched the view outside of it’s large window.
It was raining heavily. The clouds were dark. The rain was falling against the window making pleasant noises. The raindrops, gathering together, made their way down the glass.
The movement of freshly washed-up leaves was as a dance, while the noise of the raining was the music for that. They danced with each beat of the raindrops. Amazing.
Everything was looking fresh: roads, the roofs of the opposite houses, cars, and even my balcony. I was glad I lived in Vancouver, so to have more rainy days in my life.
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Timely Rainfall
Rain is as precious as life. If people experience a serious drought, later they will cherish water as a treasure.
In 1990, a tremendous drought occurred in Taiwan. The water in all reservoirs was down under the average line, and in some cases the bottoms appeared.
Millions of cracks on the farmlands zigzagged like a torn map. Tan colored plants extended as far as I could see. Dispirited animals dragged their bodies looking for food. The bitter sun still showed its cruelty.
Fire trucks delivered water to different regions where people were eager to relieve their thirst. They saved the water from hand washed dishes, laundries, and baths for flushing. People prayed for precipitation; never was a tempest wished for as heartily.
The Air Force tried to generate rain by scattering dry ice on the cloud, but it was just a few sprinkle resulted. Only once, the man made rain caused the water to trickle into the sideway drain.
One day, the devastating weather ended. A series of lightning flashed in the sky, the thunderclaps followed, tap, tap,----, the splats were growing rapidly, then the rain drops washed the splitting land.
All the withered crop and plants revived. As well, the animals were lively with their energetic actions. The rumbling water flew into the dried streams then filled the reservoirs. The leaping fish shimmered and rippled the lakes. The birds, the frogs, and the various insects played their symphony. Children giggled and stepped in the puddles and wet their clothes. People were exulting and celebrating this timely rain.
Rain, rain, the precious rain which gives the earth life. The water is worth much more than treasures.
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THE RAINY SHOW
What a lovely rainy morning! There is nothing better for me than a fresh breeze getting into the room through an open window and filling my body with energy and joy. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw a million of tiny raindrops covering the window-glass, shimmering and sparkling like diamonds.
I went quickly outside; the wind was blowing gently and sounded like a music to which the rain kept on dancing and twisting around with the first rays of the warm summer sun. I was standing outside, wearing only my pajamas and completely devoting all my senses to this stunning morning show. I was astonished by its beauty.
I kept on listening to the raindrops that now started to fall heavily onto the flowers and made them look like a colorful cups filled with an amazing silver fluid! I tried to be as quiet as possible in order to not interrupt those who were performing for me.
It was extremely wonderful feeling to be a part of it, even for a few moments. I will never forget that particular morning and I will be still awaiting a day when I will open my eyes and see my beloved, tiny dancers smiling to me from the window-glass.
(209 words).
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