Rain

• Prue Webb, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

Dark stormy clouds bring the smell of rain,
Beating like a drum on the red tin roof,
Bringing the land to its peak,
Turning crops with tinges of green.
The window wipers move fiercely,
Fog lights seen through the mist.
Water floods over bridges,
As the heavy rain,
Beats down the dry parched earth.