The land was hot,
The air was hot,
The people prayed for rain
To wash away the remnants of death.
Their prayers were answered,
Big, dark rain clouds covered the sky.
The welcome rain came down,
Thick, black, tarry raindrops
Fell from the clouds,
They burned holes in whatever they touched,
Flesh, wood, stone, steel.
People screamed and ran indoors,
To find no roofs on the rubble.
The rain continued day and night,
Sleep was impossible,
There were too many screams.
Then after several days
Of Chinese water torture,
The clouds rolled away,
To take their terror somewhere else.
10th grade poetry assignment, 1982