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Rain
Rain Clinks
On the
Metal
Watering
can.
It collects the cool
Drops.
Then, Suddenly,
All the drops come
down at once.
The clinking turns to
Clatter and all goes
Dark as they fall
faster.
The drops in the can
pour
Over the lip, as it
floods
Wild. Uncontrollable.
They flow out of the
Harsh iron skeleton,
like
Tears from a newborn
baby’s
Eyes, and they soak
the soil,
Drowning it.
And as soon as it
came, the storm disappears.
Through the grey
clouds, a hint of sun illuminates the
aftermath.
by Lianne Chung
11th grade, `Iolani
School
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