Did this and that.

Pissed at the fact that the holidays aren't extended.

In my free time, before I do my homework.

I came up with a poem.

The sounds of the rain.

Spattering against the ground.

What do we really gain?

For it is really just worth abound.

The sounds it make,

are like the sounds of an applause.

Though it might make old wounds ache,

it will never stay.

Yet this solemn ceremony,

seems to go hand in hand,

with this beautiful solace,

and dance of blood.

The raindrops trickle down my cheeks.

I felt down.

Up upon the sunrise at the creek.

For the rain made us sorrowful.