The rain falls slowly,

onto damp concrete.

I see my window

dotted with drops

I hear the cars speed

past blinking street lamps

The grey, dreary clouds

Cover blue skies.

The rain softly lands on my roof.

People silently walk through puddles

The quiet commotion of the outside world

keeps a steady beat throughout the night.

Anne Marie Strader

Age 13, Grade 7

Arts Academy Charter School