The Rainy Heavens Give Birth (Rhyme-y Poem)

It’s late at night, I don’t really want to write, Don’t feel that bright, instead rather uptight, But on the other hand, the rain outside is so fracking nice, it just may turn the tide Got a lot on my mind, but I suppose it’s okay weird thoughts, they don’t stay, they’ll go away I’ll get the clarity that I seek, in the meantime it’s okay if I feel meek or like a freak Back to the rain: what a glorious thing! Rejoice as we all collectively sing in appreciation,…