Two-Thirty in the Afternoon

[RiverNotch]

A flash of grey, a storm of dew:
the evening comes an hour too soon.
Umbrellas rise and schedules fall,
while blindness seems to cover all.

Thus fear-filled grows our constant path,
and we hear calls to turn about.
But chilly fingers cannot break
the eager fish from learning's lake!

So through the mist, my party goes:
our quest to get to lecture class.
And, in the end, we exit true,
successful, but with sickness new!