Thunderstorm is like an angry mother watering the flowers. Thunder is as strong and vivid as God's anger when he is angry. Then a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, cutting the little girl's face like a sharp knife.
Gradually, the thunder died down and the rain dripped down the eaves. At first, it was like a broken bead. Gradually, it became a line, like a beautiful bead curtain. There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into a stream and makes a gurgling sound. Look! Thin smoke enveloped the earth, making it present a picturesque scene.