Outside my window are rolling hills
Large clouds hang softly on top of them.
The almost forgotten sound of a rain drop
hitting the rooftop above me
shudders in my ears
I'm awaken to this favourite drop of mind.
On my way to school
I see the heavy clouds hugging the earth.
I quickly decent down hill
as the rain swiftly catches up with me.
The rain hits the windows hard
trying to find a way in.
It inevitably finds a way through the celling
and starts dripping in.
Our minds are drawn to it
Whilst the teacher's voice drowns.
