by Jessica, Age 13
, Grade 7, Egan Jr. High, Los Altos, CALIFORNIA USA
Teacher: Mr. Hill
A delicate drizzle,
A fresh breeze.
The wind is crisp and cool,
Leaves begin to dance across the sky,
clouds start to roam over the ground.
Droplets sprinkle down swiftly,
The trickling sounds,
Keeps us away from the worries and troubles.
Rinses the world,
Back to its pure and ordinary one it was before.
The flowers bloomed again,
The grass thrived afresh.
The sweet but simple scent
puts a smile on our faces.
A rainbow crosses over the sky,
The sun begin to shine.