Tuesday Night's Poem By Elonda:

When it rains it pours,

the flowers cry out for more,

its really amazing how the rain sounds,

knowing that the grass quenches it thirst when it hits the ground,

so it finally stops raining and the sun comes out,

the first sunflower begins to sprout,

the first sight of sprouting make me breathless,

it makes me think that growing them is bonus,

over the course of days it grows,

it makes my neighborhood look more than ghetto,

the words im searching for beauty, peaceful, colorful, nope i think serenity,

it makes me think that im mostly in my own dream world...