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The Rain
by Sam Hackel-Butt
copyright 06-14-2004
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Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
I will never forget the scent of a warm summer's day after it's rained. I was walking to school the other day, and the scent hit me un-expectantly. So clean and fresh. It had a scent that woke me up instantly as I trudged to school, dreading the exam that was waiting for me in the dark, dreary building. They might as well put bars on the windows, and guard dogs around the back.

Oops, sorry. Trailed of a bit.

Even when I was a little girl, I’d run outside, no matter the kind of rain, time of day, or what I was wearing, and get soaked in the refreshing drizzle, shower, or down-poor. And after everyone, there was a rainbow over the rooftops. Many times I want to jump on my bike and follow the rainbow, and sometimes even follow the clouds.

But my favorite thing in the summer, are the thunder and lightning storms. It’s almost heavenly, if you think about it. The lightning is reaching out to a lost person with its jagged fingers, and the thunder is beckoning with its booming voice. If you listen between the booms, and the look between the fingers, you can hear the sweet voices of a choir in perfect harmony, and feel the warm fingers run through your hair, and caress your face with the rain drops it sends cascading down.

Sometimes I wake up at night, not realizing why, and hear the rain. It’s usually followed by a trip to the bathroom, but when I return, I sit vigil at the window, gazing upwards, waiting for the first finger to trace it’s way along the black clouds, or the first song to begin. It usually never comes, but I have the sound of the rain.

The rain never lies; it brings with it sweetness. It’s rhythm catchy, and soon, instead of wanting the rain to end, you never want it to stop. I, personally, put on a song, and dance around my room, singing, and all the while keeping an eye for my song. My soothing hand.




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08-01-2005 Shannon Walter    

good poem!


09-03-2004 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

I love the sound of falling water (and the musical CHICAGO even had a whole dance - Cell Block Tango - set to the sound of a dripping faucet.). Rain? I love it. I laugh in it, play in it, dance it. Yes... it's all good!


07-27-2004 Paula T.    

This is poetically written. I love the details.
You added humor with the school part. I can assure you it'll be out of the workshop soon.
Sometimes I feel that way, but not as deeply as you described. Keep writing.


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