by clw

What Is Inspiration? - Sonnet (homework)

I am standing here, beneath the gray clouds,
Hid by the shadow of the rain. It seems
That I had come here to escape the crowds,
But every drop soaks me and flows in streams.
My ears are filled with the thuds as they land,
Blending into a dull roar around me.
A thought occurs as I hold out my hand,
Which splatters the droplets that surround me:
Being alone is harder than you think.
Even in dark, there is something waiting
To turn on the light, even the black ink
Is made of colors. Here I am, stating
That I am alone, when I have the rain,
The sky, the music, and nothing to gain.