Rainy Days, By Abella Amoako Atta (Contributing Author)

Rainy Days

I hear a sound. What's that sound? 

A soft tapping on my window, a low whistling breeze.

The air around me humid, the air smells of trees and their bark. 

It's a rainy day.

(While I am still working on my schedule, please enjoy this poem written by one of my friends. Thank you for your patience!)