Moot

Here is a poem I made

Rain Rain Why does it rain All of this rain Is driving me insane Its sounds on the window pane Really hurts my brain The rain is moody Dark and gloomy My house is roomy Because the air is rheumy Maybe I shouldn't be sad I should be glad That it rains like mad It's something that they might not have had In a land Filled with desert sand And to put this to an end Sometimes rain can be a friend