Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published The rain pours down Gray sky, full Spilling over, Unrelenting. Pulling smiles down, Creasing brows, Furrowing attitudes. As the waters rise Outside, The tempers rise Within. We jump up, From a dining room table, Worn and marked, With ink and conversation, Yogurt stains and revelations, Piled with books On math, history, And even poetry. Alexa, play [dance music Appropriate for kids] And we sway, Spin and whirl.