One Last Drop

• Carla D, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

The ocean of fluffy sheep’s wool
Can become an angry grey pool
Its’ cries hit the earth in terror
With the clashing sound of an armour

But above the dark and angry clouds
And all the people in the crowds
Not a sound can be perceived
It is peaceful and serene

And if you wait long enough
With all the clouds and the puff
Some lovely creatures of the sky
Will come about and fly up high.

The low cries of the pounding rain
Disturb the peace once again
And finally the pouring stops
And all that’s left is one last drop.