Time laughed in my face, and I laughed back…heartily laughed, uproariously doubled over with chuckles…for the school year has ended…the tail lights fading in the distance. We have rolled smoothly right around the tracks to the first Monday of the rest of our lives and the rich smell of rain before it swoops down and the startling clap of thunder and the grey green clouds.
And now…the path is the loneliest road…unstructured creativity and the intentions of a thousands hours. Let it rain…let it pour…over thirsty roads…filling up all the deadened gullies…for I am dust covered in standards and stagnation…the demise of ideas and the burdensome weight of a tumble bug, a rock-o-plane and a shoot the chute of the public school system.
Let it rain, let it rain…come cover me wetly.
690 Saint Paul 