Bad Day Or Fresh Start?

• Keeley Devink, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2019

As I sit on my chair, I can hear the wind whistling in my ears. I look out the window and see the rain coming down, hitting the ground like bullets to a shield making it all wet. I can see the tree swishing in the wind and the buildings stand tall, like strong soldiers fighting a storm. I can hear the school locker doors smashing in the wind. I walk outside and the wind blows my hair in all different kinds of direction, I feel the damp breeze hit my face, it is a bad day or a fresh start?