一个星期三的早上,天黑沉沉的,不一会儿,电闪雷鸣,暴雨发疯似的“哗啦啦”下了起来。天像缺了个口子一般,雨水拼命地往下浇。风追着雨,雨追着风,整个天地处在了风雨之中。大豆似的雨水滴在路上,像开了花似的。上学路上,一把雨伞遮住了我和妈妈的身躯。不一会儿,路面上就渐渐涨起了水,水溅起来,我的鞋子难免会湿,不过才只湿了一点点,就被细心的妈妈发现了。她二话不说,把我拉到屋檐下,把自己的鞋子脱了下来,并皱着眉头说: A Wednesday morning, dark, and soon, lightning thunder, stormy like “crashed ” under the. Days like a missing mouth in general, pouring rain desperately. Wind chasing the rain, the rain chasing the wind, the whole world in the storm. Soya beans dripping like rain on the road. On the way to school, an umbrella covered my body and my mother. In a few moments, the water gradually rose on the pavement, water splashing, my shoes will inevitably wet, but only a little wet, was careful mother found. She apart from anything else, pulled me under the eaves, took off his shoes, and frowned and said: