It is a good day today
I tell myself.
It is okay to cry on these rainy days
As mama is in the skies looking down at me.
It is indeed her tears
That’s masked by the gloomy clouds.
No umbrella to shield my back
As I look at the flowers given on her grave.
No voice can be heard around me
But the sounds of rain
No soul left in this world to give me warmth.
by Tam, Grade 11