well didn't you like the rain!
wasn't it soothing?
when it fell straight into your fancy receptacle,
cooling your blood
as it ran through those luxurious tubes
that surround your body?

well isn't it soft,
when a pretty girl lets you bottom out
in her bed
and on her couch?

well wasn't the rain so lovely,
when November couldn't be everything you wanted,
you had to reschedule that brunch with Bernice--
and you wrote a little poem
about how nice the rain is
in the fall.

well i don't like the rain at all!

it's wet and it's cold
when you can't sleep
and you can't get a job.

and i tried
a lot harder
than you did.