Tears From Above

• Tori Shadlow, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

The soft grey blanket above me,
A sudden cold feeling kisses my cheeks,
Little crystal droplets magically descend,
Wet rolling beads glide down my skin,
I hear pitter patter, pitter patter.
The wet streams grow heavier,
The smell sends a tingly sensation throughout me,
I get a feeling of happiness and belonging,
My hair damp and all matted together,
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
Clear pools of water surrounding me,
Ripples dancing across them,
A loud bang echoes from the sky,
I close my eyes and smile,
Pitter patter, pitter patter.