Poem's of the Week
Rainy Days
I used to hate a rainy day
There were no outside games to play,
And even though our house was roomy,
The gray rain made the inside gloomy.
Now, I don't mind the rain at all,
For when no friends come to call,
I've all the company I need
I pick me out a book- and read!
-Gina Bell-Zano