Rain

• Selvan Kopra, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

Shower and hail,
Bucket and pail.
Wet and cold,
I could make you pale.
I soak everything,
And help in a drought.
I'm the size of a bead,
I come from the sky at a tremendous speed.
I slow down as I approach the ground,
And I always make different sounds.
I'm as clear as crystal,
And sparkle like a jewel.
I am rain.