racing past my window.
The sheets of rain, billowing,
a sheer coat blurring out the view.
The weather for today is: thundery showers,
my prescription: a nap, and I
no – resist the call of the pitter-patter beyond my earbuds:
don’t tune out from the professor’s words.
My meridians are wide open,
so live vicariously, dreaming of not tomorrow,
the past, or today
but an alternate universe.
Rhinestones were scattered onto my window with physics,
but how can that be when the wind blows parallel to the panes,
and now neither rain nor wind will greet me.
It’s break time –
I crack open a window,
praying for relief.