一个星期天的早晨,一阵雷声把我从香甜的睡梦中惊醒。我伸了伸懒腰,揉了揉惺忪的睡眼,听着窗外沙沙的雨声,思绪飞回到了那年夏季的一个雨天。那天早晨起床后,天色阴沉沉的,我和爸爸刚刚下楼,天上就下起了倾盆大雨。我们赶紧钻进车里,将冰冷的白色雨雾留在车外。爸爸急忙发动汽车,驶上了拥堵的马路。车子在雨中蜗牛般地慢慢前行。突然,我看到 A thunderous morning woke me up with sweet dreams on a Sunday morning. I stretched out, rubbed his sleepy eyes, listening to the rustle of rain outside the window, his thoughts fly back to a rainy day that summer. After getting up that morning, the weather was gloomy, my father and I just went downstairs and the sky was under heavy rain. We hurried into the car and left the cold, white rain and fog outside the car. Dad hurriedly started the car and drove up the traffic jam. The car snails in the rain slowly forward. Suddenly, I saw