Reflections Blog Archive on October 15, 2009, 8:00

by Madelaina, age 14

Braving the battles in the sky,
she leaned against the glass,
cloaked by the window curtains
and watched the storm pass.

There was no hope of riding
nor of visiting her horse,
as thunder and lightning quarreled
about who showed greater force.

The clouds wept endlessly,
their tears staining the earth.
What strange, greying air there was
as they moaned for all they’re worth.

Yet she stared at the reflections
upon the glass of a photo frame.
In them, the rain floated up