My class poems .


A Rainy Day
By Alex Aylard
Period 4

I saw something beautiful

It was outside my door

I wouldn’t want anything more

Rain falling from the sky

Street lights making them shine

Most people would just whine

But no not me

My parents then told me to go to bed

But missing it would be something I dread

Now instead I watched it from my window

Then in a second it started to hail

Watching from my window felt as if I was in jail

It was a beautiful sight

I was sleepy but who cared

So I just sat there and stared