Rain,
dripping
slowly down,
down down. But
then thunder strikes.
the rain awakens ready
to do it’s job. Drip, drip,
drop off the angels heads from
far above. Then all is done, time
to go to a new place, a new time,
and new rain. But don’t be sad,
sorrow or glum. The rain will be
back again ready for you and
ready for wet cold days
and ready for it’s job.
 

--  By Sidney Beeman
Age 10, Grade 5,
Upper Potomac Trib