Sun high in the sky
Start of my day enfolds
Just in time, and on the fly
Without being told
I gather my books
Into my bag, my cargo hold
Disregarding sartorial looks
My flip flops, my shorts, my tank
I go out the door
With no one but myself to thank

The sky suddenly darkens
The temperature drops
A horn in the distance beckons
As I say goodbye to my flip flops
I'm now moving through the street
Didn't quite expect mother nature
To literally sweep me off my feet