Dances In The Rain

• Georgia Carniato, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

My window pane is covered with red dust.
I look outside to see the earth fly with the wind
My heart pounds as the ground moves.
It has come.
The great drought is here.
Soon, food is destroyed,
Lives are lost,
Everything green turns to scarlet,
The sun may shine bright but it brings no joy to us
I fall down, in tears, I let go, almost breathe one’s last.
Flash from heaven roars my name and soon
The sky weeps like a small child.
I run out.
If you say happiness comes from sunshine,
I believe you have never danced in the rain.