Olivia - Summer Rain

I used to play this summer game,
And it’s supposed to sound like summer rain.

Clear drops begin to hit the gutter,
When fingers slip against one another.

Battered roofs take the rap,
As the ring and thumb make a snap.

Sheets of water fall root bound,
Like pounding fists that smash the ground.

Thunder begins as the skies ignite,
While feet tread the earth with might.

Countless tears splash and resound,
Like pounding fists that smash the ground.

Torrents finally start to unwrap,
As the ring and thumb make a snap.

Showers drizzle down to a putter,
When fingers slip against one another.

All this from a summer game,
That’s supposed to sound like summer rain.

Olivia, age 17!

Amy - Summer Rain

Rain is what makes New Orleans unique

Daily surprise thunderstorms only make the city even more complete

In a constant damp summer atmosphere

It hits so hard the water is all you can hear

Other places think driving with a cluttered windshield is such a pain

But for us in New Orleans, it’s the most relaxing thing about that sweet summer rain

And how can the news say after all this rain we’re still in a drought?

They clearly have not been outside or they’d know without a doubt.

The rain boots, jackets, and colorful umbrellas abound in the mustered dark

But no storm can keep people from playing in the puddles in the park

The New Orleans rain helps make us the best city with no other above,

For its all of the unique characteristics that mold New Orleans into the city we all know and love.

Amy, Age 17