闪  电
  
                           闪电，
                           划破了宁静的夜空，
                           探窗而入；
                           暴雨，
                            唤醒了沉睡的人们，
                            呼啸而至。
                           这，
                           不期而至的初夏晨雨，
                           兑现了自己的承若，
                           如约而来，
                           充满传奇。
                           它铸就了清夏的魂魄，
                           刻下了沧桑岁月。
                           夏雨，
                           淅淅沥沥，
                           如急促的锣鼓敲打着晨夕，
                           似五彩的画笔描绘出山水之清晰。
                           我，
                           在画中，
                           看到了连绵起伏的巍巍青山，
                           听到了青石铺就的涓涓清泉，
                           让人好悠闲！