Standing up again, And walking down that road, A revolutionary path, Unbeatable mode. She turned around, And saw the storm coming close, She saw the black clouds, And the wilting rose. She finally stopped running, She was no longer afraid, The sound of thunder getting closer, She was determined to feel the rain. She looked around, everything still looked beautiful, That pattering sound, It was unforgettable. As the first raindrop hit her face, Mother Earth she could taste, She was in no haste. She was going to sit and wait, For the rainbow to come. The raindrops didn’t hurt her, Instead she was welcomed, They wanted to alert her, And tell her that patience was key, There is more beauty, Left to see.
Keya, 13 year old, writing since age 7. Expressing her self freely on her blog! Enjoy the reading