In core class, we had to write an Andalusian poem about something in the desert that happened in the book Shabanu. I wrote about the rain that comes and prevents Shabanu's family from having to leave. Here it is:
Rain
The raindrops lightly drift to
the ground for the first time in months, slipping from the clouds and
gracefully descending until they reach the ground.
As the raindrops clean the air
the desert animals come out of their homes to enjoy the shower.
The light, unexpected drizzle of
the water steadily beats the ground like a drum.
The speed of the rain begins to
increase and rain pounds on the rooftop quickly like rats scurrying.
Rain pelts the desert sand; the
water seems to be quenching its thirst and calming its throat that has been
burning with thirst for so long.
The animals in which had come
out to relax in the light shower now scatter for shelter from the storm that is
now plummeting to the earth like a waterfall.
The storm slowly
begins to slow down, the amount of water falling decreases and the storm returns
to being just a slight sprinkle of water.
The clouds begin to
part, revealing a vibrant sun that seems to be laughing as it clears the sky,
taking away that perfect, beautiful storm.
The air smells clean from the
storm that washed away all unwanted components in the
atmosphere.
People
rejoice because the drought is over and water is no longer scarce.
Rain
The raindrops lightly drift to
the ground for the first time in months, slipping from the clouds and
gracefully descending until they reach the ground.
As the raindrops clean the air
the desert animals come out of their homes to enjoy the shower.
The light, unexpected drizzle of
the water steadily beats the ground like a drum.
The speed of the rain begins to
increase and rain pounds on the rooftop quickly like rats scurrying.
Rain pelts the desert sand; the
water seems to be quenching its thirst and calming its throat that has been
burning with thirst for so long.
The animals in which had come
out to relax in the light shower now scatter for shelter from the storm that is
now plummeting to the earth like a waterfall.
The storm slowly
begins to slow down, the amount of water falling decreases and the storm returns
to being just a slight sprinkle of water.
The clouds begin to
part, revealing a vibrant sun that seems to be laughing as it clears the sky,
taking away that perfect, beautiful storm.
The air smells clean from the
storm that washed away all unwanted components in the
atmosphere.
People
rejoice because the drought is over and water is no longer scarce.
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