Shannon Anne Walton, Age 7
- Norma Walton
- Feb 27, 2016
- 1 min read

I am like the tears
of someone crying.
I am as blue as the river.
I collect into a puddle
and I get bigger,
and bigger
into a lake.
I drop
like
people crying.
I start
in a cloud.
I am smaller
than a drop
of sand
or salt.
I am the rain.
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