Time Reporting At The Rain Factory

Hello, all you rainmakers,

Seizing the day and empowering the future,

Being competent to your core,

Moving forward with all the low-hanging fruit available.

Monday we have off,

So, Tuesday—let’s make it rain, people!

And this is how the rain is made:

At The Rain Factory...

On the first day of wet work came a brand new misty crop

Of precipitously damp newbies all hoping to drop.

Orientation is key--so they don’t try to fall up.

(You may ask “does that ever happen?” to which I say “yup!”).

The clouds are like fog banks of weather’s component parts,

Housing those practitioners of the moist vapor arts.

  

Some clouds are acidic and eat away at your brain,

While others are so cold they're between snow and freezing rain.

  

All the dripping hopefuls just want a chance to prove their grit,

“Which is needed to condense moisture,” (from the Employee Info Kit).

But before they may let fly their jump to soak the world,

Before they can make heavy every flag heretofore unfurled,

Before they can fill the rivers and cause cast iron to rust,

They'll need to fill out their timecards like every worker must!

Soggy Geoff