Wet Poem by Ivan Ng1
Wet
Rain pouring down on the windshield.
Everything's a blur.
I look out the window, all I see are orange streetlights.
Splash!
We race past the traffic lights in time for a meeting.
Squeak!
A wet hallway floor.
I am relieved to take a seat to dry myself.
'Hi! You must be Ivan. I'm Ms. Tookey. Welcome to the IB program.'
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