Rain In The Park

• Abigail Watson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Alone in the park
The sound of the trees
The tweeting of the birds
The rain pelting on her feet.

The area was so green
Like she was in a dream.
There was just smoothly-cut grass
And trees.

The park looked like a forest
With no-one around.
This was her home,
It was where she was found.

The park was humungous,
Just grass and trees
With a river that split the park in half
And the rain in the trees.