A poem in the rain (the most poetic weather)

The most poetic weather
is the rain pouring on my face.
It will chase
the sun away
and that is quite okay.

The words to a poem
come spilling out
like the rain is spilling down.
The insignificance of the wilting sun
is like a slowly dying pun
that got no one laughing.
Yes, this is the most poetic weather.

Water pelts down 
like the sky's eye mist
falling on your face like the best kind of tears,
best feeling in years.
Yes, this is the most poetic weather.

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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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