Rain, Rain, Go Away
Vicki, Age 11, San Pablo, CA
The lonely lady
kneels and prays
She asks for help, I hear her say
“Good bye my friend, I miss you much.”
“I miss your smile, I miss your touch”
Her mind tries to go a different way
But tears and memories make her stay.
Sometimes her weather clears,
Winds of hope blow away her fears.
Her heart is dry from lack of rain
She hopes, she hopes, she hopes, again
No more weeping, no more grief.
She finally decides to turn a new leaf.