When it rains
it pours,
it sprinkles,
it splashes,
it drips
and it soaks farmers as they tend to their stock up the back of their fields.
It falls from the sky and saturates me.
I make rain when I cry, because of the passing of a loved one.
Grace
I am a Year 5 student at Paparore School School in Northland, New Zealand. Mrs Junjovich is my teacher. My blog is a collection of my work at various stages, across different curriculum areas. Throughout my time at Paparore School I may share draft copies of my work for feedback and feed forward. Other times I will share my final published pieces. I would appreciate any feedback through leaving me a positive, thoughtful, helpful comment. Thank you
When it rains
it pours,
it sprinkles,
it splashes,
it drips
and it soaks farmers as they tend to their stock up the back of their fields.
It falls from the sky and saturates me.
I make rain when I cry, because of the passing of a loved one.
Grace