Poetry in a Pandemic: The weather
Clouds move side to side
Some are grumpy with rain inside.
Some are happy with happiness and sunlight.
Sometimes we have fun with clouds because
it looks like they play ball like us.
Clouds are in the sky and sometimes we don’t have them.
But they’ll always be there up in our minds.
Clouds control the weather.
Clouds have feelings just like us,
when they cry it’s the rain,
When they’re happy it’s the sunlight.
I hope they don’t catch COVID.
Gabriela DiFilippo, age 9, lives in Ledyard.
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