Pouring Rain: a poem

By: MARCELLA DECOUD
Staff Writer

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Illustrated by Vicki Chen

The rain falls from the sky,
gradually increasing over time.
Icy and cold on my skin,
feeling like chilly little pins.
The day is grey and dreary.
The clouds are dark and weary.
But as the rain pours from the sky,
I can’t help but be happy that I am alive.

The rain falls from the sky,
quickly sprinkling house rooftops.
All is scarce as birds cease to fly,
but it is my favorite kind of weather.
My favorite time to just wear sweaters
and play in the wetness with my friends,
all together.

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