When I say, “Write a poem,” Penny says, “Done.” She tells me she hasn’t lived in the desert all her life. It must be the deep roots of her family connection because she captures here the miracle of rain in the desert.
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By 7th-Grader Penny Andreas
The mountains blocked the sun
From the night that was disguising
The clouds started to come
And the wind started rising
The soft droplets fell
As the pavement darkened
With the sweet smell of rain
The dry sat there still
Thunder stroke
And lightning flashed
The clouds all shook
This empty land
The palm trees swayed
And the streets flooded
Healing the broken
And the decayed
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