A Rainy Day

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October 10, 2007 - 11:41am — 101

Author:

Grace

I hear the shrieks and whispers of the wind,

The swirling dance of the air.

I hear the wind whirling

And the rustling of leaves.

I taste the fresh wind blowing from the ocean,

The taste of salt lingers in the air.

I taste the cool breeze as it rushes into my mouth.

I feel the rain pierce my skin,

The cold stings pour from the sky.

I feel the mad rush of the wind

It streaks through my hair.

I see the black, endless clouds,

The darkness of a storm.

I see the tall, majestic trees

Bend in the force of the wind.

I smell the ocean breeze,

The musty air envelopes me.

I smell the freshness of wet leaves.

The clouds part,

The sun appears.

6th Grade Writing Zone