Rain

• Susie Brodie, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

Water droplets pitter patter on the roof
I smell the rain as I am breathing
The dark storm clouds are rolling in over the the horizon
Lightning strikes like flashes of bright lights
Pitter pattering turns into pouring rain like thousands of nails hitting the roof
I listen to the sound of water gushing down the pipes and frogs croaking
The thunder roars like lions and cracks like whips
Dirt turns to mud,dry ditches turn into puddles............the rain has stopped