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.