Its The Signal.... Poem by Division Bell

The thunder,
Up the clouds,
It seems,
It will rain,
The birds chirped,
The same,
The atmosphere pleasant,
At it should be,
Cool winds,
Drifting everything,
Away,
Pulling the few,
Nearer,
The fragrance,
That land bears,
And a dancing peacock,
All looking,
Up at the sky,
It was a signal,
But the clouds,
They flew,
Away,
And the sun,
It was majestic again,
He laughed,
Misconception again,
Hours had went by,
Funnier was,
His anxiety,
The next day,
Were his exams,
And as the signal,
Alike all,
He too missed it...