Rain

• Matthew O'Dwyer, Grade 2, Manchester Primary School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Write Here Write Now 2017' competition

Rain, rain, when crops stand high.
Tadpoles will morph through into frogs.
Most see cold devilish weather,
Others see it like a warm cloak of happiness.
The way it falls is like magic.
Rainbows are formed and pleasure is cast upon the world but when floods are flowing the the world is thrown into darkness and severe destruction.
But if we didn't have it we would be plunged into an abyss continent.
Thirst and drought and despair.