A Poem About Someone Getting Caught in Rainfall

So something happened earlier that really annoyed me and I was going to write about it, but instead here’s a poem that peters out by the third verse.

Probably starts in the first verse.

I hope you enjoy.

As the clouds form above
Darkening the sunlit ground
He stops, does not look up
Instead looks down for the time

In failing to see the signs
He does not seek shelter
Instead he expresses annoyance
At those rushing on past him

As the clouds above fall
In small parcels of water
He does not notice
Until it is too late

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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