A Raindrop’s Journey
I was formed high above
in the womb of a pregnant cloud.
Falling, as I glanced at the world.
A world of happiness and love.
I dropped on a soft green leaf,
as I began to slide into filthy dirt.
I sat under earth patiently,
waiting to be found.
Days, weeks, months pass by.
Although I felt hopeless,
my head never dropped.
I felt the strong sun on my weak back.
You may not like it.
It was a glimmer of hope.
Drizzle, drizzle, drop, drop, stop!
I was lifted into the immense sky,
But no rain, no plants.
then formed into a small white cloud.
It was time to try again, but why?
Hannah Blum, Third Grade
Then I remembered.
When you fall, there is always a way back up.
Eden Behr, Eighth Grade
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