'Raindrops'

The street was like a giant murky mirror

Reflecting the sorrowful drivers stuck in traffic at rush hour

The clouds lay heavy in the sky like sleeping giants

The raindrops pattered down on the windshield with great determination, only to be quickly smeared away by the windshield wiper

— Chloe Betts, 15, Coeur d'Alene

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April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, we're sharing original poems submitted by readers.