My Glorious Run

Too tired to run any faster,
I trudge down the street,
Almost home.
A drop of rain?  And another?
A downpour in just seconds!
So refreshing.
I straighten up, lengthen my stride,
Pump my arms faster, pick up my pace,
And smile.
I am sopping wet at the front door,
But I hesitate to go in
Because I forgot
To mingle with the roses.  I about-face gladly, and
Spring back down the street.  My nose
Dives into the neighbor’s rose bush.
So ended my glorious run, which started out
So parched and pathetic, but with the coming of the storm,
Turned into a poem.

by Miranda Linsky
10th Grade, ‘Iolani School