On rainy days

I write rainy poems,

the kind that drip

when you read them.

So you wring them out

and mope because

it’s another Friday night

and you’re without a date.

On sunny days

I write hot poems.

They sizzle

and make everyone laugh.

The windy day poems

are the best kind.

They’re the ones that

just come out on paper,

and every time you read them

they mean something different.