Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Rain thumps down
Wakes me from sleep
Pelts over gutters
Flooding yards deep
I dream blissfully
Of working with snow days
Will the government
Call in a rain day?
Alas my State
Is build for torrential
It’s just a fact
There is no potential
The torrent eases
I drift back to sleep
In the morning
All that is left
Is a few puddles
Not deep.