Heavy Rain

Rain

(Shash, 11, writes an intriguing poem about the time when one gets soaked in heavy rain)

Image Credit: Flickr User AberCJ, via CC

As it pours on my face,
It shimmers slyly,
As slyly as a fox.

You never know,
When it may start dripping,
From the high clouds above,
As it thunders and booms,
As if it is an angry God,
Louder than a lion’s roar,
The book you are reading,
Suddenly becomes damp.

You run and run,
But you still get wet,
Your shoes,
Your socks,
Shirt,
Trousers,
are all soaked to their death.

A storm’s churning up there,
You know it well,
The umbrella you take out,
Gets scared; blows away,
As lightly as a feather,
Surfing in the breeze,
Alas you reach home,
Dripping, soaking, drying, changing, blowing, heavy breathing,
The next thing you know,
You’re in bed,
Fast asleep.

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3 responses to “Rain”

  1. shash Avatar
    shash

    Plz read

  2. zian Avatar
    zian

    I loved your poem
    keep writing!!!!!!!!!!

  3. Arusha Avatar
    Arusha

    A very true poem
    And very good too
    It’s SO not fun getting drenched in,
    The rain from a sky that’s not blue

    Keep it up

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