Two-Thirty in the Afternoon

[tectak]

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!

Hi river.
It is fun. Try writing a poem without the word "thus". You may go in to  cramps and sweat a lot but it will be worth it
You are becoming rhyme bound as in bondage. You might like it  but not everyone understands the need. To break a fish from a lake? We exit true (as against what?) with inverted vomiting?
To be honest, as should we all, I prefer due/soon, path/about and goes/class. At least these are not under pressure.
Once again I find my simple brain is not up to the task of determining with certainty what this is about but I suspect you were heading towards some accreditation by examination as a final destination. Storms and fish seem a mild deviation  but ho hum what matters it?
Best,
tectak