So I wrote a poem for school but and I am having trouble naming it so if you guys could help me I would be grateful. So here it is.
A soft whisper of the wind could be heard out side,
It tried to swallow the newly born flame that crowned the wax stick.
The whisper became a howl as it whirred around the house,
Picking up the waves from the wake of it's anger,
Throwing the rain that pitter-pattered off the roof,
And rolled down windows smooth crying face.
It would not enter the house as it rattled on the door with it's shaken hands,
As the candle's light washed a sleeping boy's face.