Rain on a Work Day

Nothing is left we can possibly do
Then watch the rain pour over the roof’s edge.
All of the work that we tried to get through
Is just another thing I have to hedge.
More important things need my attention
Because they can only happen right now,
And please do not even try to mention
Conditions of my contractual vow.
My needs lie with the puddles being born,
And making sure they fill up completely.
It may leave your business feeling forlorn,
But it reflect the way fortune treats me.
I do not care for the way that you cry.
My concern comes from the tears in the sky.

The Final Days of the School Year

Let me tell you my story through pictures
Because no words are needed to be said
About the traits of my adventures.
Let my bold actions tell the tale instead.
It starts by being trapped in a dark room
Working by the light of a computer.
Having no escape indicates my doom,
Making the in-pile harder to endure.
But my heart begins to make a demand
To breathe deeply the clean air of freedom,
So from behind my desk I take a stand
To return to the place where I came from.
There is a rock in my secret garden
Where I can sit and take the nature in.