Rain

• Claire Williams, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

Thunder crashing down, bringing its dull grey sky behind it
Rain is trickling down like a bunch of ants and a breeze is taking its last breath
The smell of sewage pipes becomes stronger from the rain
The rain, thunder crashing, and all the dreadfulness won’t stop until its let its anger out and it’s had its fun
‘Mum it’s raining!’ It’s too hard for anyone to hear even if you scream at the top of your lungs
The End