Streaks of lightning, heavy winter rain
amidst drum rolls on the window pane
A voice pipes up with a familiar song
The stage is set, we gladly sing along
We share lives, worry about our fates
whilst sharing cups of tea with our mates
Theres always so much to do, such little time
and endless reasons to burst into rhyme
We dance at 2 am in an empty class room
Unfinished work, not worried about our doom
Jokes, banter, power naps in the college hall
with a twinke in our eyes, we'll forever recall