Raindrops
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Madison Cachia, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2005
Raindrops everywhere,
down and down it comes,
pouring down the window panes and hiding all the sun.
Raindrops on my nose and tounge
I try to count everyone,
hundreds & thousands fall to the ground,
but most don't even make a sound.
Raindrops everywhere,
down and down it comes,
on my hair and everywhere,
oh how I wish for sun.