The Ripples Of Rain

• Jemma Hutchinson, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

A river lies sleepily in a deserted valley,
Cracked and thirsty, it doesn’t dilly dally,
Dusty, dried, depleted and drained,
The river is a sign saying 'it hasn't rained'.

The clouds come running as though they've been beckoned,
And the rain falls down in just a second,
The rain pitters and patters and slips and slops,
It splitters and splatters and drips and drops.

The valley shakes, thunder echoes,
And the sweet smell of rain shoos away geckos,
The lightning - a bright show of gardening rakes,
The rain tumbles down until dawn breaks.

Now, a river lies sleepily in a deserted valley,
It glistens, sparkles and doesn’t dilly dally,
Azure, emerald and all shades of blue,
Quiet, calm and comforting too.