today my library had a game day and i got the part of playing part hostess and part gamer.at school i had to stay after school because i forgot to do one of my history teachers assignments that was due today.that made me late to get here and so i couldn't blog then.i got here and had to start playing hostess right when i got here.its raining so much here that where i live we will have to go the back way into poteau because the bridge will be flooded.what do you think of this poem.
Rain
See the clouds crying
Hear the water droplets hit the ground
It sounds like someone tapping their fingers on the window
Listen to the pitter-patter pitter-patter that's the rain
The rain waters the crops and fields
Sometimes rain falls right on time to wash away your tears
Sometimes rain washes away painful memories
Hear the hollow sound of the rain hitting the leaves
Remember the deaths of the world
Remember your past as the rain pounds the pavement
Watch the storm blow by outside
BY Silver-Liner aka C aka Celosia
later
Silver-Liner
orange team
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