It was a class assignment when I was a kid and even though I never wrote again until many years later, this was one of the reasons I did. My teacher told me it was great and had it published in a school printing of creative works without my knowledge.
The fact that she liked it so much is what makes me write today, I enjoy people reading my work so I want to thank you for taking time to read the work of a then 14 year old.
PS... you have no idea how many times I wanted to rewrite this as I was typing it.
It was when I was young and little,
It made the leaves twirl in merry dance.
The air was fresh and clean
and then it began to pitter patter on the ground.
It had started.
In raged it screamed and shouted,
Its light blinding me
It was coming, coming for me.
Don't exactly know what lies at the bottom of it. At times it sounds as if you were trying to describe when rains falls from the sky and I also got the impression you were trying to describe dawn or daybreak for that matter.
It's indeed a nice and enjoyably piece. But possibly the unrelenting used of "it" made it unduly personal without giving one the chance to figure what was the real message. I know that you might have done that intentional.... or maybe I'm bieng dim and missed the point of the whole write ... donít know Ö.