Rain Dance

• Casey Hardefeldt, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2010

The rain drops fall with every strike.

The clouds cry for their children.

Tears of joy of life - for sorrow will come again when autumn follows.

One drop for every soul, for every loved one, past and present, to give life to the new children of the clouds.

The plants reach for their mother.

Even when they’re old and wise, they need the gift of their mother:
Of the precious tears she cries.