03/10/2013 Poetry- David Orme

A wet day

It’s drizzling.

In the High Street, shoppers glare at the sky,

And turn up their collars.

It’s just a shower.

Umbrellas open like flowers, thirsty for water.

It’s getting heavier.





It’s a real cloudburst! 


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Comment by Stefany Anne on October 3, 2013 at 3:16

The clouds darken and begin to rip open,

Showering its icy residue down to chilly people

Nothing is spared from its wrath

And dogs sit whimpering silently


The baby awakes from his heavenly dream

Sunlight is out of sight

As the sky begins to play its drums

Rhythm, tune, beats.

An orchestra!

The flashing lights join in soon after


Synchronized wind screen wipers,

Echo down the deserted street.

Fog blinds all sight,

The man on the road collects water

For his dinner later tonight,


Gutters are overflowing,

The traffic comes to a halt

The tear drops run down the window

I don’t think it will ever stop



Saffiyah Salim and Khalish Nisa, Garden International School, K.L. Malaysia 

Comment by Anne-Lise Robin on October 3, 2013 at 8:46


The sea swishes to the sound of the orchestra,

The night sky thunders aggressively as the rain patters down the street,


The endless rain...


The ginormous dark menacing cloud

Big and bold, strong and stable

The lightning, so loud, so fresh

Growling at the world,


The sun hiding from its wrath

The endless rain...


The rain gets heavier like bullets crashing against the floor


Hailstones beating against the earth,

The feeling is overpowering,

This rain is endless!

Oliver Lawrence & Pelumi Bamidele, Bacon's College

Comment by Annalise Taylor on October 3, 2013 at 9:42

Next day thunder comes for an early visit to my house


So much light

So much sound

I came out blind

I came out nearly deaf

Now I live my days listening to the faint sound of the rain.

I want rain to stop

As in the tradition of Japan

I Make paper dolls to stop the pain in my brain.

When I make the dolls suddenly the rain stops

And the strain in my brain goes away.



Felipe Servulo da Cuhna Almeida and Shota Yamasaki, Inernational Commuity School, London

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 3, 2013 at 10:45

The clouds darken and churn away in the night sky

 Florescent light dance across the night

like ballet performers upon a stage

Thunder booms lightening crash the world goes dark in a flash

Rain falls down on my window

 Dreadful English weather again

Pita patta pita patta,

I run out to be buffeted by the wind as it whistles past my hair horrendous

Rain it keeps pouring down from the heavens item to item 

Drip drip drip 


I start awake 


The whole house shakes


My cat shrieks  



I listen 

I stop 

Blissful silence 


Not again


Ryan Barnes & Liberty Rhodes Great Yarmouth V.A High School

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