Gentle Rains
There will come gentle rains, with a whisper in the air,
Bringing with them peace to fix and repair.
We will stop for a moment and listen to the sound
Of raindrops that gentle pitter patter on the ground.
No one will hurry; we will not rush.
Birds will sing along in this needed hush.
Spring, herself, will rise from the ground,
Waking up the sun who ought to be found.
Yet, there will soon be no human voice,
Nature will strive on without us, without a choice.
So, let's never forget the beauty of the rains,
That came to protect our world and remove all pains.
Simran Lakhani (Year 8)
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