
Rain slips out of the clouds
heavy with thoughts, falling
to the ground. Landing with
plops and plunks, wetting
glistening. The rain gathers
together into rivers, traveling
further and further away.
Thank you for reading my work!
–Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form

Rain slips out of the clouds
heavy with thoughts, falling
to the ground. Landing with
plops and plunks, wetting
glistening. The rain gathers
together into rivers, traveling
further and further away.
Thank you for reading my work!
–Alina