I looked out to see
the raindrops forming puddles
where children played forth.
the glass fogged up from my breaths
and I drew a smiley-face.
scribbles of graphite,
dark clouds swimming in the sky.
we only whispered,
the chalk on the board quieted
and lightning sparked from our eyes.
our learning did cease
with withered glares from raindrops,
they pitter-pattered
and told us to clean our ears.
for when all was calm, they cried.
tears fell from sad veils,
our windows boarded from cold.
thunder did shake us
but in darkness, we stood tall
for we knew the day was done.
dusted boards left blank.
our class had emptied the place
where knowledge grew roots.
the rain still poured down our backs,
our thirst not yet stifled by gloom.
