Rob Ryan, Grade 12, Highview Christian College
Rain on tin, a soft staccato
Every drop is in the race
My heart adjusts to keep the pace
Harder, softer, violent comfort
Thirsty thoughts are quenched as one
A generation is begun
Rippled in a random order
Effervescent puddles shine,
Smile, and think that life is fine!
Rain until, in thirst for dry
We try to beat the starter's gun
And be the first to see the sun.