Tanka poem
Puddle on the ground
Puddle on the ground
A splash of murky water.
Remains of the rain.
Will be evaporated.
A new exciting journey.

Flood
A rush of water
Sweeps you off your steady feet.
Damage costs money.
What a waste of precious stuff!
We all need water to live.

The river

The river near us
Is dirty and polluted
Fruit cores and dirty tissues
Boxes, ice-creams and wrappers.
What a bad annoying mess!
Acrostic poem
Rain drop

Roaring thunder
A small drip
In the sky
No parachute
Down quickly
Rolling down windowpanes.
On the ground
Picked up by the sun, to rain again