Gutter
Tameem Zaidat
The rain of the day before,
Seemed to call again today.
As bright as day,
No rain fell, but the drops of yesterday
Echoed in the cans of forever ago,
Dripping down a mountain of ruins.
Where the rain falls toward the horizon,
they are blind.
Tameem Zaidat is a high school senior. In his spare time, he enjoys exploring different avenues of interest to learn and share with friends and family.