- By Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 6 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah
Drops of rain trickled down the window
Each drop collected with a splash below.
The song of the rain continues
With a constant flow.
I watched through the blur
As the rain kept making new rhythms
The world in front of my eyes
Covered in a watery fuzz.
I opened the window
And the wind washed my face
Into the open I looked.
The mist smiled with a cloudy haze
The cool breeze passed by,
Kissing my cheek.
I smiled and laughed
Replying to the songs of the rain.