Molly's Poem

Listening to the rain

I'm sitting here in the sunroom

Listening to the rain

Writing, writing scratchy pencil

Listening to the rain

The treehouse is soaking the flowers are drenched

Listening to the rain

The badmington net is swaying in the wind

Listening to the rain

The clouds are here the sun is gone

Listening to the rain

Beanos littered across the floor

Listening to the rain

The voices of adults, jabbering, jabbering

Listening to the rain

Droplets of water running past me

Listening to the rain

Pattering, pattering on the roof

Listening to the rain

A little red robin hops along past

Listening to the rain

By Molly