Rain

When I was in 8th Grade I remember writing this poem for an English class assignment, and after receiving such high praises from my teacher, I realized that poetry was an artistic talent, and I fell in love with creative writing.

Rain

Rain 

Silently 

Begins to fall, 

Dampening the Earth 

Like a refreshing shower.

The sky is a dark heavy blanket. 

Lightening dances through the clouds. 

The soft sprinkle becomes a heavy drizzle.

It pounds frantically against the window; 

Asking, Begging, Pleading to be let in. 

Then, as if to end an enchanting song,

It becomes gentle once again 

Until it comes to a final stop.

The earth is now silent.

(I'm pretty sure it was on purpose, but the format was written to look like a drop of rain)