I am a Year 6 student at Glenbrae School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 7 and my teacher is Mrs. Parker
(As I gaze out the window, looking at the rain drip down from the skyI always think, what would it be like if I could flyThe raindrops have a meeting Before the sun starts overheating As I gaze into my reflection, i see myself thereEverything gets cold from the chilly fresh airI stare at the raindrops dripping down my windowin the background everything is blurred outI know its cold out there, without a doubt I see the grass slowly frosting from the coldIt’s almost as if they were uncontrolled I stand back up and leave the room The rain slowly stops, that’s when I start to assumeThe rain has stopped, what to do? Well, I might as well leave the room.)
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(As I gaze out the window, looking at the rain drip down from the sky
ReplyDeleteI always think, what would it be like if I could fly
The raindrops have a meeting
Before the sun starts overheating
As I gaze into my reflection, i see myself there
Everything gets cold from the chilly fresh air
I stare at the raindrops dripping down my window
in the background everything is blurred out
I know its cold out there, without a doubt
I see the grass slowly frosting from the cold
It’s almost as if they were uncontrolled
I stand back up and leave the room
The rain slowly stops, that’s when I start to assume
The rain has stopped, what to do?
Well, I might as well leave the room.)