Poem

Wind, Rain, and Sun
A poem by Lindsey Hopper


The wind and all its furry pound at my window, "Rap a Tap Tap, let me in!" it says
I want so much for it to quiet, but I know that it is angry at someone, and it will not
rest until it gets its revenge, it is mad at the sun.
The sun shines down on me and warms me with its beauty and its love, it calms me
even at the most tensed of times, its bright lights shine down on me and make me
feel at ease, though it may appear happy, it is worried, the wind is looking for it.
The rain beats against my rooftop, as I sit cowering below, its power will not be
weakend, it too is looking for the sun, looking to find it, but not to deystroy it, that
is not its quest, no not at all.
The rain, the wind, and the sun, they are a team, they are the forces of nature, without
them, all would fall apart, in the arctic, the sun warms its freezing land giving a sense
of hope, keeping all from dying, in the Saharah, the wind blows the sand up, but
cools the traveler, keeping all from dying, in all the world, the rain showers hope
down, on the most troubled of lands making sure all lives, they are all a team,
they work together, so the rain and the wind must find the sun, hidden behind the clouds,
and they must all get to work, keeping our world ALIVE.