My name is Mo Pytel and I am a senior at Seabreeze. I appreciate the 80’s while I indulge in the 50’s. I lived in Oregon where rain was constant, which became a part of me. And while some do not like when it rains, I love the coolness it brings. I will be attending FSU hoping to study finance and psychology. Thank you and enjoy the poem.
Children's Poem
Rain Drops
By: Mo Pytel
You see them fall
You see them late at night
Amongst the stars
That do shine so bright
They visit you when you don’t expect it
Cold kisses prickle the skin
Only to be wiped away by happy smiles
Only until it wins
The rain waters the Earth
The sky crying tears of joy
For under the clouds
Raindrops are of Mirth
To read more of Mo's work, click here.
Children's Poem
Rain Drops
By: Mo Pytel
You see them fall
You see them late at night
Amongst the stars
That do shine so bright
They visit you when you don’t expect it
Cold kisses prickle the skin
Only to be wiped away by happy smiles
Only until it wins
The rain waters the Earth
The sky crying tears of joy
For under the clouds
Raindrops are of Mirth
To read more of Mo's work, click here.