Rainy Days
The breeze blowing it towards me.
The feeling of the clouds tears on my sad hurt face.
The clouds voice searching for all worthy of their judgement.
The clouds striking the guilty.
I wish they would strike me on this day but tomorrow offers a new chance.
by Tom.M
(Note to self, speak to my son about the mysteries of the apostrophe.)
(Though, this is poetry, perhaps it was deliberate…)
Mim's Muddle 
He’s only ten. I didn’t get a lesson on apostrophes until high school. Mind you, I’d already figured it out because of all the reading I’d done.
I was somewhat surprised you didn’t put them in.
Also: depressing poem is depressing. I hope the sun comes out soon. 🙂
They’ve definitely had apostrophe lessons at school and I’m pretty sure I’ve even shown Tom the Oatmeal comic on the subject before.
I decided my job was to transcribe only, not edit, after all, it might have been a stylistic choice, who am I to judge?! 🙂
Perfect form, with redemption at the end and all. 🙂
THAT is beautiful!!!! I love the last line.