When I tasted rain,
it tasted like the water
we drink when we run a lot
on the playground with friends.
When I heard the rain,
it sounded like coins.
It sounded like treasure.
When I saw the rain,
I saw my reflection.
I looked happy.
By Jennifer, 2nd grade
Photo by Impressions by Lindy via Flickr
Cynthia
Beautiful words and imagery. 😉