Clovers in the Rain

By Maria, 15, Illinois

After the dark tumbling clouds

Rolled over the now-soaked field 

Leaving all the emerald clovers

With raindrops on each soft petal

Each leaf sparkling 

Like bright opals in a sea

Or jade covered in stars 

Each small clover

Swimming in its jewels

Gained from the battle

Against the ever-tormenting tempest

Even the four-leaf clover

The “lucky” one, who has to fight

All the teasing from its three-petaled peers

That lone clover, beaten more by the storm

With more petals for the rain to strike

Was the one that gained more jewels

The odd-one-out that could hold the most

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I was waiting for my aunt to pick me up from band camp when I saw a small field of clovers. I thought they looked beautiful, because they had drops of rain shining on them.

Photo by Yan Ming