Thousands of raindrops smash my skin
Shaping me into a melancholic mush
I stare at the sky, how long has it been?
Please stop, I need to rush
As the Artificial Intelligence awaits
I'm waiting for the sky to close its gate
But time is cruel and it won't wait
Here I am again, a man who's always late
So I give up and go back into my room
Turning my laptop back on
Then I compose this sucky poem
Hoping the rain will soon be done
Suddenly it struck me, stupid
Remember that raincoat we bought when I come to pick you up at the bus station on that rainy day?
Finally something that's better than Cupid
Oh fuck this poem is so gay