By Hannah Barber
Rainy days
Make me think of you
Always wondering
What you are going to do.
Thunder storms
Wash away the pain
Will you
Be dancing in the rain?
Tea cup
Warms up my fingers
Your memory
And rain drops linger.
Radio crackles
A melancholy sound
Summer storm
Raging all around.
Every drop
A piece of you
I could
Catch them if I wanted to.
About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am seventeen years old. I am currently in my second year of homeschooling.”
