One rainy afternoon when I was doing my homework, I heard the voice of rain become loud. I opened my window. This was my first time to watch the scene outside of my window so carefully. The shower was so thick that it made a curtain of rain. Suddenly, something small and green attracted my eyes. I discovered a small tree standing in the rain. The rain was lashing against its leaves and branches. Sometimes it shook in the wind, but it still stood tall. I smiled and asked my friend Rita:
“Rita, do you know there is a small tree near my window?”
“Oh yes, I do. Does the tree still live there? I saw it almost die in the storm last week.”
I fell silent when I heard that. I prayed the tree would not disappear in the wind and rain this time.
After one hour, it was still raining outside. I saw the small tree just bend more than before, nothing else. I was glad the tree showed great vitality in the wind and rain, continuing to stand proudly and to grow.
After two or three hours, rain came down harder and harder. Some of its branches had already been taken off, but I still believed if the tree keeps insisting on living, things would calm down. When I tried to close the curtain, a big lightning strike hit another tree which was also near my window. Before I slept, I got to see the tree one last time. The storm almost robbed the tree of all its vigor. At least the tree had already been dead to me. I never expected it to make it through the night. The next morning, it turned out to be a nice day. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, so I drew them back. I was astounded to discover the small tree was still alive by the new shoots that came up from the root. A colorful rainbow...