Rain

• Navodya Herath, Grade 10
• Short Story
• 2016

Thunder crackled, a beastly laugh it was
Like droplets of tears they landed, as the lion continued to roar,
A gush of wind, a drizzle of dew on the windowpane
Oh how I loved the rain!
As I danced and twirled, getting wet and ugly,
The water wraps around me-a fitting gown,
Muddy feet are tender slippers of mahogany,
The pearly droplets, a perfect crown,
With my body in an unruly stance I slipped, slid, fell and tripped,
My movements, a flawless dance,
She likes the sunshine and the tickling sand,
He likes the jade meadows and the blissful light,
Clouds of ash and pepper, with that I’m glad,
A shade of grey and black isn’t that bad,
For that is the only colour that I will know and love,
But the sounds of rain tapping on the windowpane,
Is like the call of a dove.