UNKOWN

• Mevni Sooriyaarachchi, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2014

It tumbles down from the rumbling sky; it starts with a single drop.
Then it starts to pour with every drop, it loses its power and fades away,
It comes back then it goes.
There are times when it stays over darkness and over light,
Sometimes it brings along shattered noises with lights among the sky.
It scares some and scares none,
When it goes, it leaves a colony behind and moves to other lands,
But darkness is still left to fade away.
The drops left from the sky are as still as shattered glass,
With one foot step, the drops fall down and thump to the ground.
Once the crying sky is gone and after days all is dry,
Maybe it will come back or maybe it won’t?
The question is what is this wet thing that comes from the crying sky?
There are lots of questions to be answered but none of us know.