When It Rains
When thunder rumbles and rain crashes to the concrete floor,
I think of you.
When daisies peeking through cracks are crushed to death
And umbrellas are hurriedly unrolled,
I think of you.
When the echo of rushing footsteps and the fragrant smell of coffee linger
Despite the petrichor,
I think of you.
Memories of stolen glances, soft smiles and sighs return
And I recall the night.
The sky broke and the rain roared in my ears.
I think I was scared
Because you gently wiped my tear and whispered,
– I’m here.
And to this day,
I open my arms as wide as possible
To welcome the rain
Because
In every droplet, you’re there.
The writer is a grade 9 student of Sunbeams School.
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