Rain

• Abigail McKenzie, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

Walking down the lonely street
lights flashing by
It falls softly
pitter-pattering along the sidewalk

Swirling fresh air
mixed in with the faint aroma of earth
inhaling in the calming scent
as it starts to fade

Now as if a distant mist
Had passed along the crescent
All had left in abandon
The only sight the lonely lights.