The bus stops beside the concrete footpath,
The rain thunders down on the grumpy teens,
Who were forced out of bed at 7 a.m. by their damn alarms,
The town has been engulfed by a thick fog,
The weather warning was the first thing I saw this morning
I get off, my school shoes immediately absorb the water,
I let out a low grumble, sipping my coffee,
It taste like dirt,
At least my day can’t get any worse,
I text my friends first,
Tell them to save me a seat in the canteen,