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明天月全食，咱们一家都坐在family room看月亮，闺女说，我给你们读一段我写的小故事吧，我说好。她读了几段，我感觉写的还不错呢，比小学时分写的好，刻画很细腻。我就让她发了些到我信箱里。给大家分享几段。
一小段形容下雨：
Lightning cut through the sky, separating into multiple thin veins along the way and cracking open the fragile dark blue of the sky. The lightning disappeared into thin air and the skies opened, letting out bucketfuls of tears.
I stood, with my arms wide open above me. Letting the torrents of rain strike me, showing the skies that nothing they could do would destroy me.
That I was invincible, and we both know it.
I was soon drenched, the water soaking my thin black pants and oversized red shirt. I sloiiwly pivoted, feeling the thorns and twigs cut my bare feet. The touch of water on my wounds stung like hell and soon after, my robes became so drenched that I tore it off.
A low, deep rumble sounded in the distance and another torrent of rain fell to the ground, each rain drop gracefully tumbling, followed by another, loud crack. The sky was suddenly ripped by veins of an eery white glow. Streaks of lightning tore the once peaceful atmosphere as the storm took an attempt to destroy everything. Shatter it. Reduce it all to ash and dust. |
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