Rain

• Bridget Barlow, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2012

The rain is high
in the sky
Look out there they fly.

You know when you have a drop on your face
to make your day with something to trace.
I see you over there
with rain in your hair
but rain is very very rare.

After rain there's a huge gush
but it is a big rush
We call that noise thunder of course
But it does sound like the gallop of a horse

I love rain
But it's a pain
I have to end
my poem about rain