The Inevitable Sunlight

Oola Breen-Ryan Grade 6

Many miles away from here, it’s a perfectly normal, sunny day. But where we are, it’s thirteen degrees outside, below freezing. The trees rustle in the wind. No, they don’t rustle—they fuctuate, they wave, they snap, they fall like dominoes.

The rain pours down, lives are lost, the hurricane rages on, and yet— somewhere in the world, sunlight is beaming down, as if nothing is wrong, as if everything is perfect.

What defnes “perfect”?

Anywhere but here, right now, in this moment.

My umbrella, a yellow splash in the dark and depressing torrent of rain, rolls away like the inevitable sunlight, far away from this corner of the world.