WHEN IT RAINS IN SCHOOL

                            When the rain drops trickle down my temples 

I remember the very day in school I trembled. 

I trembled because I saw new faces

And felt a bit shaky with my new shoe laces.

I dropped my fresh-from-factory black bag

And thought of niceties I might about brag.

My classmates and I exchanged pleasantries

Till we shared our packed milk and cookies.

What a nice day for me, I wildly thought

With these school supplies my Mom for me bought,

And with friends I've constantly sought

And knowledge so carefully in me wrought.

Here she comes! She's walking briskly!

The beautiful teacher looked so witty and spunky!

I fixed my polo and quickly flattened my back

And felt my hair, then, pulled my right sock.

Good morning, children! So softly spoken.

Everybody chuckled, silence was broken.

That's how my wondrous schooling started...

                               When the dark sky's ice slowly melted.