On a Saturday Afternoon
There are people out on the sand
Trying to cover
Their heads with flimsy, pretty umbrellas.
Beyond them, droplets disturb the water
Slowly, first, then the rain gains speed.
The ripples in the water move like a pendulum
They never end.
Once sheltered, the people can’t
Understand the beauty
Of the water dripping down their backs
Their legs, their arms, their heads
And then the sun comes
Along with an unusually sincere
Feeling of sorrow.
Ioana Grosu, age 16