Rain To Tears

• Ava Johnstone, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Drifting, sailing high
No yes or no, where to go
Up, up in the sky
Floating slowly through the blue
Cruising, daydreaming wait, stop
One small tear, raindrop
First one, but then so many
Drip, drip, drop. Won’t stop
I want it to stop but, no
Tears keep coming why, why me?
Way too many tears.