Woke up to rolling clouds,
Pouring thunderstorms,
Evoking desire to curl up,
Provoke me not, I say.
Work day calls aloud,
Broke the chain, yes I did,
Forth to the office, I go ahead.
Do your work, I do mine,
Don’t you say this to the clouds,
For that’s what they did—
Got me drenched, naughty clouds.
Roguish, aren’t you? I say.
Now I'm home, long day it was
As I prepare for tomorrow
Looking up I see the calm clouds
Doing the same, soaking up more
Don't you dare, I say!
-Grace Piradhiba, Atlanta
April 28, 2026.
