Violet Poem by Jas Andrada

I remember those grey blocks of concrete. Too many people crammed on that path when intervals came but you could hear a pin dropp on it whenever there are classes. About ten metres of stone that ends in the toilet are very essential. One day, it started raining. The wind whistled harshly as it blew umbrellas away. Samantha huddled closer to me in as the cold December air hugged her. Then she sprinted into the open grounds. “Come on Pat! ” she shouted. “Run for it! ” The roaring vehicle grabbed me from my little trance. I looked up and there was a soaring aircraft in the sky and a rainbow too. There was the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and... Where’s the violet?


The building of our school silhouetted against the setting sun. The sky kept crying. I wondered, “When will she be happy again? ” I dashed into the rain from the path and joined Sammy under the rain. We played in it until we became tired. We sat beside the building’s wall. When I saw Sam’s dress, I realized where the violet part of the rainbow went.