Window Rain

• Danielle Sleiman, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

I lay staring out the window,
as I watch the water drip.
The droplets race to the bottom,
leaving a misty long trail behind.
The trails create shapes,
and form pictures.
As they slowly fade away,
Till the trail disappears,
Till the shapes vanish,
Till the pictures in the sky drift away,
Until it all starts again.
Oh rain,rain,rai
When will I see you again.