Rain

Never have I seen,

Rain come down as hard as this.

It comes down as hail.

And breaks windows everywhere.

I can't see a thing, my son.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This, like all other poems in this folder, were written by me when I was 12 years old, and half the time, they make no sense. You'll realize as you move on to my more recent poetry, is a lot better.

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