Rain

Water
Water can mean the gift of life,

But throughout the world it can cause much strife.

But from where do we get this precious gift?

The clouds above can make rivers so swift.

The heat on Earth makes vapour rise,

Catching the clouds by surprise.

Soon the clouds grow big and fat,

The rain then falls to the land so flat.

The water runs down mountains as it goes,

Making basins and tributaries as it flows.

The water turns land from brown to green,

Crops will soon grow tall and keen.

But what happens when water does not come?

Famine and poverty are clearly no fun.

Water is certainly not always good,

Banks may burst and the Earth, it will flood.

Dams are built to preserve supplies,

Covering areas where once there were lives.

For good and bad we need the rain,

Bringing so much pleasure and little pain.
Liverpool College

Olivia

MONSOON

Quick! Quick!

Find a shelter.

The monsoon rain is here.

Get a boat,

It’s raining, raining,

The monsoon rain is here.

Find an umbrella,

Play out side,

The monsoon rain is here.

It’s flooding now,

Worry, worry,

The monsoon rain is here.

Can’t walk in water,

Crops face ruin.

The monsoon rain is here.

Umbrella man come

Quick, quick, quick,

The monsoon rain is here.

The rain is finally here.

Lisa

Newcastle Community High School

Monsoon! Monsoon!

Please come quick

To water the plants

That look like sticks

We need the rain

We need the rain

To trickle down

Our dried up drains

We start to feel

The winds that blow

A huge relief

On our faces show

The rain is here!

Hip, hip, hooray!

So start to plough

The fields today.

Sow the seed

Reap the crop

Quick, quick, quick

Do not stop.

The monsoon is here!

The monsoon is here!

It only comes

Once a year

Martyn

Newcastle Community High School

Dark clouds gather over stormy seas.

Blown inland on stiffening breeze.

Climbing high over mountain range,

Meet cold winds, condense and change.

Higher, cooler, droplets born,

Small ones join and larger form.

Black clouds heavy descend on plain,

Cooler now, it begins to rain.

In heavy skies thunder booms.

Rivers are swelling, it’s the monsoon!

Emma

Newcastle Community High School

MONSOON POEM
The salty breeze blows on my face,

The rains have arrived at last.

A drop of water falls on my head,

I dance and splash and shout.

Suddenly I stop and wonder,

What might happen?

Too much water, flash floods, devastation.

We all might die!

Too little water, starvation, devastation.

Unpredictable, so unpredictable,

Why? Why? Why?

Kate

Newcastle Community High School

Rain, rain, please come soon,

Please come to my home,

The scorching sun,

It is no fun.

The ground is cracked and dry,

I wish I could fly,

To where it is wet,

Away from the sweat.

Monsoon, Monsoon,

Please come soon.

There, what do I see?

Are my eyes deceiving me?

I see dark clouds,

I shout out loud,

Hooray!!

Blocked out are the sun’s rays,

The rain breaks through,

This can’t be true.

The rain has come.

I’m running home,

The rain on my face

This is ACE!

Michelle

Newcastle Community High School

MONSOON POEM
Humid rain.

Humid rain

Water falling down the drain.

Farmers now are planting crops,

Scarecrows put on wooden props.

Lots of rain.

The more the worse,

The good thing is, it quenched our thirst.

Now we can eat

Good, nutritious, tasty wheat.

Humid rain.

Humid rain.

Come again!

Greg

Newcastle Community High School

DROUGHT POEM
Monsoon come soon

Monsoon come soon

It’s really boring here.

There’s nothing to do.

We can’t eat or sleep,

The thought of food is on our minds.

All that is left is dry, crusty land

And hot, droughted sand

Every day we wait in pain

For the refreshing monsoon rain

Monsoon come soon.

Monsoon come soon.

Greg

Newcastle Community High School

Mild was the weather yesterday,

Oh, has it rained heavy today?

Nothing is dry for miles around.

Sun, please come and shine, so that we all don’t drown.

Over the road is one big lake.

Oh, I wish the lightning would stop. It’s giving me an ear ache.

Now the wind is starting to blow. Not another night. Oh no!

Vicky

Newcastle Community High School