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Drip Drops Won’t Beckon MAG
Everyone writes poems when it rains,
So they say.
The soaking bulbs of glass,
The acid-spitting drips.
It must inspire when a cloud cries down
To the earth,
Pouting and bawling like a baby
In shock after falling into gravel.
Pens scratch brilliantly when others suffer.
No exception for Mother Nature.
Her wet, emerald eyes
Are fair game.
I spend no time doodling
When the sky bursts
To pieces.
No solace comes
In the catharsis of post-rain.
No,
My chest doesn’t heave in relief,
And I pay no mind to the muddy overcast.
Only by chance does it rain when I write.
© Anonymous
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