The alarm goes off,
The lights go on.
I hear my parents cough,
I stretch back and let out a yawn.

Splattering of the water,
the soap goes down the drain.
I am my mother’s daughter.
I get ready for a day of strain.

Slide on the backpack.
Click on the seatbelt.
I hear the rain smack.
Then I feel my heart melt.

The sign is out,
Indoors we stay.
There’s no doubt,
this is going to be a boring day.

The sun won’t come,
And the rain pours.
I am so bored; I’m playing with my thumb.
When I’m home, I do chores.

Tick tock.
My mom comes home.
I tell her my encounter with the jock.
And now the shopping bags I roam.

I gaze in wonder,
At the things she bought.
All of a sudden, a crack of thunder,
and I’m so distraught,

That the sun didn’t come out at all.