Rain fall from the sky. Rain rush down the drains. Humid air, steaming the climate.
Rain spills like a hose, pouring out. Until the sky is blank against the clear water fall Rain floods like a tsunami. Dripping like an icicle.
When it’s cold rain becomes snow When the rain is gone, we only let it spew again, and again Till the earth is no more!
My poem "Rain" was inspired by a tornado that passed by my house. The format of my poem was inspired by Ms. Heard's six-room poem exercise, which asks writers to use a different sense to imagine a powerful or beautiful event.
Some advice I would have for other future poets would be to let the ideas come from the heart, not the hands. I would also tell them how one can write about any thing they can imagine, and that there are hundreds of types of poems, from haikus, to blank verse, to free verse to even letter poems. AND TO NEVER LET ANYTHING STOP YOU!
