When It Rains

When thunder rumbles and rain crashes to the concrete floor,

I think of you.

When daisies peeking through cracks are crushed to death

And umbrellas are hurriedly unrolled,

I think of you.

When the echo of rushing footsteps and the fragrant smell of coffee linger

Despite the petrichor,

I think of you.

Memories of stolen glances, soft smiles and sighs return

And I recall the night.

The sky broke and the rain roared in my ears.

I think I was scared

Because you gently wiped my tear and whispered,

– I’m here.

And to this day,

I open my arms as wide as possible

To welcome the rain

Because

In every droplet, you’re there.

The writer is a grade 9 student of Sunbeams School.