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
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.
