I am a storm cloud.
I wonder where next I shall go.
I hear the lightning crack beneath me.
I see people run for cover from my falling tears.
I want the sun to pierce through my shadows.
I pretend that soon the sun will shine.
I feel that I am making flowers grow.
I touch upon everything on the earth.
I worry that my raining tears will never cease.
I cry huge drops of rain.
I am the shining sun.
I understand that clouds again will overshadow me.
I say a new day has come.
I dream and see my bright future.
I am the sun!
(BY: ALICIA PATTERSON-AGE 15)
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