This week’s piece, by Rebecca Valley, a 10th grader at Bellows Free Academy in St. Albans, is a
short, powerful poem and podcast about those moments of glorious
aloneness. For more great student
writing, go to youngwritersproject.org
You
must’ve sent word to the skies
that
I was alone, today.
She
made it rain
as
if giving me an alternative motive
for
these dangerous thoughts.
When
I refuse to leave the house
the
neighbors will say
The rain drove
him mad.
I imagine your careful plea
to that omnipotent sky goddess.
Please, let the rain
come.
He needs some time to
think.
And I’m thinking now,
as she pours her tears from pitchers
onto the Earth
that today would be a good day
to read a book and that
Perhaps I’ll make a
sandwich, later.