Black clouds shadowing the tall mountains
hiding the cairn
to which many climbers have added stones.
Mist slowing creeping in
to block out any hope of sunshine.
Cold winds whistling
through the empty playground.
Watching from the window
as our field drowns
in an everlasting shower of tears.
Bashing the puddles in the air
the downpour hits it, full speed.
Running outside as the rain
bounces off the ground beneath us,
dashing through the puddles,
rain pouring down our faces.
Black sky above
and below -
sticky clothes glued to our moist skin.
At home, a bubbly bath just waiting.
by Emily and Joanne
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