The brilliant sun dies like a rainy cloud
Raindrops fall into puddles on the street
Soon thunder might come and it will be loud
The water droplets and sidewalks will meet
Staring at the clouds in the sky above
The wind whips in a cold and bitter breeze
Dark clouds fit around the sun like a glove
Hopefully the furious wind will ease
Raindrops splash down intensely on a tree
When the rain goes away we can play
It seems to be all that children can see
When we get to waste the day away?
The brilliant sun will appear again
Through the gray clouds it will break through, but when?
2 comments:
heyyyyyz!!! I liked your poem. Actually, me likey your thingymabobbereded. The theme is that life isn't always perfect. Sometimes it will rain when you're already having a bad day. How ironic...ok, not really...Anyway, the mood is somewhat depressing and sad. The poem is very full of imagery. A lonely person is speaking. ME LIKEY DE POEMY!!! :D
hey sam, that was an awesome poem.
1) im thinking that the words are about rain and that the children want to go out and play.
2) the attitude of the speaker seemed kind of anxious and kept questioning when the rain will go.
3) the poet seems to whimper about how the rain will not leave.
i think the theme of this poem is that rain can ruin your day but it depends on how you think about it.
when i first read this poem i was like wow, thats very interesting well great job.
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