05/01/2026
April showers tap the pane,
While gauges sit in idle strain.
A service call was set for noon,
Now clouds have changed the schedule soon.
The rooftop waits, the tools stay dry,
As thunder rolls across the sky.
Each drop delays the work for hours,
Yet promises those May time flowers.
So while the coils and ducts must wait,
And timelines shift a little late,
The rain that stalls each wrench and part
Still plays its quiet, blooming part
And now the skies begin to clear,
To mark the start, May the first is here.
