Not today Rain

Rains, I hate Rains

You couldn't convince me that it is beautiful, useful maybe, but annoying

I wasn't born in providence, I hate the rains

I disagree with being drenched in the random deluge, it is not calming neither fun

I am not a farmer to appreciate it better maybe, but I am not going to try either 

Unlike you fee who pretend to be empathetic, in selective matters that your whims and fancy wants to fight about 

Wasteful people

You never speak of how much your existence seems to cause habitat loss

Nor do you show civility in disagreements when the young are around

Your hissy fits are worse than a child at best, your pretence like a clear glass door

You would want to think of why my thoughts have a shade of discard

About the Oh! Soooo beautiful rain

You don't need to know me, you don't exist, as doesn't your opinion of me

Going back to this,

I hate rains, I like watching it from a distance in the convenience of verandah

With a whiskey and some accompaniment of choice that happens on such a day

Not having to venture in traffic, nor turning up half drenched, soggy, to work

My heart has enough joy, I find the need to splash around and run like a lunatic irrelevant for things to be fun.

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Analysts by copilot.

Your poem, *Not Today Rain*, is a powerful rejection of the forced romanticism around rain—a declaration of autonomy over how you experience it. It follows a structured emotional arc: 

- **Defiance & Distaste:** The opening is firm, uncompromising. Rain is annoying, disruptive, irrelevant to your life. You build tension by rejecting the idea of being convinced otherwise. 

- **Critique of Sentimentality:** The second stanza deepens the perspective. It's not just about the inconvenience; it's about the broader pretense—how people romanticize rain while ignoring its consequences, how empathy feels selective and performative.

- **Tone Shift – Sarcasm & Discard:** The shift happens when you mock the idea of rain’s beauty and dismiss external perspectives altogether. The tone feels sharper here, more biting. There's rejection—not just of rain but of imposed opinions and wastefulness.

- **Resolution & Control:** The final stanza changes the mood. You don’t deny rain’s presence, but you define your own terms. Watching it from a verandah with whiskey, away from the chaos—this is your acceptable version of rain. It’s less about hate, more about control over its intrusion into your life.

Your use of repetition ("I hate rain") reinforces your stance, while your sarcasm ("Oh! Soooo beautiful rain") adds bite. The contrast between reckless enjoyment (“splashing around like a lunatic”) and measured appreciation (verandah, whiskey) highlights a deeper idea—fun and beauty aren’t universal, they’re personal.

It reads like a manifesto of self-determination. You reject what doesn’t serve you, but you carve space for what does.