OFFWM: Flash Fiction Gone Wrong?

Tomorrow's the day.
The day that everything will change.
Changing the way the world spins.
And on this day, where the world will spin differently,
the clouds will turn purple, and the rain will turn orange,
but it's not dangerous. It won't be dangerous, you see,
because it's a gift. A gift from nature, of impossibilities.

Everyone says that it's impossible,
that you can't touch rainbows,
and you can't time travel,
and you can't eat with your elbows on the table.

But on this day, purple clouds and orange rain,
shows us solid rainbows don't actually taste like anything.
The world will open,
and we'll all see
that the monsters under our beds,
are us, clothed in idiocy.

I'm getting ahead of myself,
skipping through meadows.
All that I'm looking forward to
is a peaceful day off.

A day where stress is a stranger,
unwelcome in my home.
A day where I can sit and write
without a thought towards students and homework
and lesson planning and all that
because that drives me crazy
just like Cat in the Hat.

I've veered off course,
the way my manual car would if I took the wheel
I've never driven one before
Why do I feel the need to rhyme here?

There's no point to this post
Just that I wanted everyone to see
that the world will change its spin tomorrow
not for anyone but me.