Rain is pouring,
Ive never liked the rain.
It ruins beautiful days,
Leaving its gloomy stain.

I’ve never liked the rain,
It pulls me into bed.
The rain drowns it all out,
And I end up trapped in my head.

I’ve never liked the rain,
And the way it makes me feel.
How could I like something so pitiful,
I’ll never see its appeal.

I’ve never liked the rain,
Writing this poem, I now see.
I’ve never liked the rain,
Because rain is like me.