Trees looking sad and miserable,
Swaying with the icy, wet rain drops.
The wind confusing the compass points.
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
I sway.

Raindrops trickling on top of the iron roof,
Like a child crying on its mom.
Mud slotchy and mushy,
Like play dough.
The roads overflowing with water,
Streaming.

Children running to nearby roofs.
The dark, grey clouds crying the icy rain.
Insects and rodents scurrying to nearby shelter.
The wind and rain chasing everyone inside,
Go!
Go!
Go!
Everyone is inside.

  
Mrs Martin
8/31/2013 12:03:49 am

This poem has cleverly captured the impact of rain on our lives. Well done!

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Simoné M
8/31/2013 01:17:21 am

Thank you, Mrs Martin for commenting on my blog.

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