Another poem:

From this point on it'll just be a bunch of journal entries that she wanted us to write anything. Short stories, poems, small sketches with a caption. Anything.

It was a beautiful sunny day
In a blink of an eye it turned gray
The clouds scattered to form as one
Then loud drumming noises had begun
People rushing to get out of the rain
Acting as if they were all insane
The next minute it's sunny
The next minute you know it's not funny
To tell you the truth
That's the sky for you