by Anika Fisher aged 9

Rain rushes through my veins
Rain is glass that shatters
When it falls on to the ground
Cold crystallises the rain
The roaring sound of thunder
Treats the rain like slaves
Whipping them to go faster
Tears run to their mother
Creating a puddle
Feel the drops of tears
Run down my cheeks
I rush into the river
Going under water.
What’s happening to me?

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