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Monday, 2 March 2015

Rainy day

Wind

Whistles and rustles through the trees.


Air,

Icy, cold and bitter, brushes against my face.


Leaves

Crunch and crackle as I walk.


Sun

Hides behind the dark black clouds,

struggling to break free.


Ground

Muddy, damp and wet


Branches

Hit the ground with a thud

3 comments:

  1. Wonderful writing, the different elements are portrayed so descriptively and I like the way the poem ends with a thud!

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  2. That makes me feel like that WHEN I AM INSIDE on a rainy day. Icy cold and bitter air brushes my face although most of the time I'm right next to a heat pump.

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  3. Well done Maddie. I like how you used the whistling and rustling to describe the leaves rustling in the trees. It reminds me of when I was sick and it was raining.
    From Sophia.

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