The Way I Was Wrong

The Way I Was Wrong - Veena Muthukumar (The Independent School, Eighth Grade)

I cannot forget the rain

Glistening eyes of stormy clouds

Looking

Who says you could?

Who gave you the right

To intrude in my garden of affection

And bask among the warmth of its flowers

Not realizing

Your showers nourished them

Making the petals crave each drop

Who allowed you?

To pull the dead leaves away

And present the chance to plant anew

Only to float away to water elsewhere

Soon, you say, I'll return

So I won't forget the rain

Until it furnishes this earth again