Blown paper | The Rain

While pondering over my English paper II over the question “what’s the meaning of ‘just as fair’ in the poem The Road Between?”, the torrent of wind that had already blown soo hard that it threatened to tear the school to bits, managed to snatch my paper away and sent it over the edge of first floor. o__O Pn Lijah was a little funny XD She was downstairs at the assembly grounds, exclaiming, “Clement! Kertas kamu jatuhlah!” in that squeaky voice of hers =P When I went downstairs to retrieve it, En Azlan passed the paper to me. Earlier on Jun Man from 4B suffered the same as well. :P

It’s the second time that had happened this year, the first being my Moral paper from first term thrown over to the assembly grounds as well. >__>

England won 3-0. Bah! I sorta knew England would won terribly over Switz, but somehow… I should said NO firmly to Gopi in the first place, to bet over that match. >_< Last hope’s Italy vs Sweden match tonight.

While the wind/thunder/rainstorm occured this morning, I sorta had bits and pieces of what to write for a poem and pieced it together when I got back from school. Not very good, mind, just a try at poetry-writing :P

The Rain

The blowing air,
Like an angry child, seized and tugged at my waft of hair,
In its fury,
Unleashed its breath upon me,
Chilling my body to skin and bone.

White ghosts floating above
Across a body of grey, unanimously, of various apparitions
Flow with the flow
At an impossible speed,
And the body ceased to smile.

They can hold no longer,
Weeping and wailing at unsightly sights that offend,
A yelling crescendo,
All ceased at the conductor?s hand,
Abruptly.