by Libby H., 15
I walk between the raindrops
Underneath the paper flower sky
As each petal falls, gravity drags the stubborn raindrops down
Down, down, down
But I weave between the drops
Twisting, twirling, and whirling to a dance that only I know the choreography to
I dance and dance and dance until the slate sky’s anger is appeased
The periwinkle sky returns
Only the clouds know my secret
That I walk between the raindrops
Potomac, Massachusetts