Unexpected Rain

• Rebecca Haby, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Drop, drop,
rain drop -
lands on my cheek.
Rain, I tell you,
this water of little quantity,
suggests a great journey.
It makes its way down my cheek,
navigating its way.
The weather is crying, you see.
Because as that droplet departed my chin,
another tear decided to flow through, then another.
It was easy to control at first.
But the clouds in my head were heavy,
And the impact came startlingly.
And I had no umbrella.