It's Raining And I'm A Poet.

Rain.
It's supposed to be
All poetic
And stuff.
And it's raining.
And I'm a poet.
So I should write
About sad feelings,
And heart break,
And tears,
Maybe death even.
Or maybe I should write
About fresh starts,
And sparkly eyes
To match my sparkly lashes,
Or maybe deep reflection
So unlike puddles,
Because it's raining,
And I'm a poet.
But I just feel drenched.
In emotions?
No. Just in.
Rain.

This is my 4th poem for National Poetry Writing Month 2014. Sorry not sorry for the sarcasm. It's raining again today. Rain. Yeah.