Rain

• Faith Adukan, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

Rain

Rain. It pitter patters as I watch the tiny droplets
Fall and shatter.
The rain is silent but graceful,
Flawless yet dreadful.
Cold air brushes against my cheek.
As one of many raindrops trickles down my hand.
It does not care for it beats down relentlessly
Threatening to go on endlessly.
It comes without warning,
For even those yearning for its presence.
A sudden dread washes over me,
Like one awaking from the dead.
For I am surrounded but still alone,
Much like the rain I am prone to happiness
Grey clouds fill the void in me,
For you can ignore the rain but can never avoid its fearful clutch.