Bad Weather

• Ashby Fardella, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

The wind is howling above my head,
It’s whipping my hair from side to side, thinking I’m going to be up in the air it’s the day I dread,
The rain is gushing down,
Smashing to the ground,
The thunder sounds like its banging against my bedroom door,
I’m sitting in my bed hoping for no more,
So I go to my happy place,
Where everything is stunning- done up in lace,
The branches are swaying from the trees,
I wish it would stop but the weather is so hard to please,
It’s these kinds of days I detest,
So go find your happy place- you will feel the best,
It’s where I go when I feel out of place,
and I always find my happy face.