Rain Poem by Jatie Apple

The rain is slowly dripping
down the window.
Inside the house feels cold,
and time feels like it is frozen.
Outside I can see small puddles,
and flooded plants and flowers.
The dirt has turned to mud
and the sky has changed to gray.
An hour has passed away.
and the clock reads 2: 00pm
I look out again and the sun's
rays are peeking through the clouds.
Behind a cloud I could see
a rainbow made up of
many different colors.
The rainbow makes the sky
look like it is not gray anyone.
And the sun's rays make
everything look brighter again.