深圳下了一场雨。是春天的一场雨,我却没有办法把它叫做春雨,它太激烈、狂暴、气势凌人,我听了一晚上的雷声,早上看新闻说,昨晚6点到12点,共有9719次闪电。这与记忆中家乡那种温柔细密、沾衣欲湿的春雨太不一样了。记忆中重庆是很多雨的,尤其是春天,一场雨缠绵经月是常事。雨意味着好多不方便的事情,比如上学。春天当然不再像冬天那么冷,赤脚变得不那么让人难以忍受,问题在于地太滑。雨太小了,不是落下来,而是飘着弥漫下来, Shenzhen under a rain. It was a spring rain, but I could not call it a spring rain. It was too fierce, violent and imposing. I listened to a thunder night and read the news in the morning. Last night from 6 to 12, a total of 9719 Lightning. This is the memory of the kind of gentle and meticulous, James clothes wet rain is too different. Chongqing is a lot of rain memory, especially in the spring, a rain lingering month is commonplace. Rain means a lot of inconvenient things, such as going to school. Of course, spring is no longer as cold as winter, and barefoot becomes less unbearable. The problem is that it is too slippery. The rain is too small, not falling, but floated diffuse down,