Rain and Monsters

Dripping from the roof edge
the rain sounds like crystals falling
and when it's harder it's ice cubes pounding
like the drum in garage band.
Rain smells like water with one tiny touch of earth,
it makes the dog downstairs howl.
In one storm we had at home, the rain poured, thunder came
and the wind blew our orange tree down.
I like how it sounds on the metal roof when I'm in my bed.
Today, the wind blows cold, the clouds get dark
and in the west, where rain comes from, a rainbow appears.

My Granddaughter, age 6 1/2, wrote this and dictated it to me when it rained this morning.


My Grandson, age 10, wanted to do a poem about monsters. I tell him about the lune poem and we do a variation since it's easier for him to think in terms of words per line rather than syllables. He likes the result:
Weird Beasts

Awful ogres, trolls,
sphinxes, boggarts, goblins, dragons, chimeras -
weird, wonderful beasts.