the painful rain.

                                    

         The painful rain

The deafening sound warns me,

warns me from the bullet like rain.

As I look over my shoulder I suddenly stop,

stopping like a statue.

Then i suddenly full,

fulling like a bomb into the water.

before we left all of us stopped and glared at the bullet like rain and sprinted to the car I started walling out we survived but we could hardly hear each other with the frighting sound of the thunder. 

the end.

by: Angelina G-F

in H:26 

the bee poem

The bee poem

The stingers pokes,

Like needles sticking into your skin.

The tongue tumbles,

Out like the stream of an water full.

The antennas laying,

Like it is on a beach holiday.

The eyes shimmer,

Like a shiny and spotless gem.

The legs stiffen,

like week long twigs.

The wings coll-ups,

Like falling leaves hitting the hard ground.

By:Angelina Glinska-Fonseca.

H:26