As the shimmering rain falls down the city lights begin to drown. The cold wispy wind grabs for my hair, why does the weather have to be so unfair. The road rejects the icy water and the new plants are getting slaughtered. A storm begins their is no doubt and a little kid begins to shout. The drops slid down windscreens as it washes the city clean. Why couldn’t the rain wait another minute.
Wow your really good at poetry, I love your work. Do you enjoy writing poems.
-Caleigh
Hi Caleigh
Yes I do enjoy poetry how about you.
Thanks for the lovely comment.
From Molly
Hello,
Ella had a nice display of color. The difference is that you have added rain and used the night. Cheers
I love you poetry!!!! I love your description? Do you play a sport?
Hi Molly,
I also love poetry.
Nice poem about rain.