Early in the morning, when I wake up and hear "clang clang" sound, I couldn't help but think a song about the rain the beautiful poem; good to know th...e rain season, when spring is here, wind sneaked into the night, moisten things silently. This year's rain too timely, because of the growth of farmer uncle in desperate hope the rain make crops well, flowers and trees, and the earth opened his dim sleepy eyes eager to rain moisture, I through the window saw in people who are walking in the rain, with a colorful umbrella. Like a blossoming flower, is waiting for the rain girl. I quickly got out of bed and dressed the umbrella out of the door, standing in the rain I smell fresh taste, rain like pearls to cast the net on the ground. After a while, the rain stopped, a breeze through the sunlit water, reflecting the little golden, like who in the water spread a gold fragments. Then the sky appeared a beautiful rainbow, across in the eastern sky, a colorful halo, looming, like, thank the gift of rain girl.