I stare at the ceiling
as I wait for the time
to pass
the rain pours
What a gloomy day
I watch out the window
as the raindrops fall
to the ground
the boredom rises
I can only dream
the clock would tick
faster than its current
sluggish pace
What to do? I question
myself as I sit and stare
The rain pours, boredom is striking
just like the lightning
striking outside
I think as if tomorrow
will be full of excitement
full of fun
and free of boredom