Poems Penned Precisely by Me

"On today's forecast:"

Rain fell from the sky 2 weeks ago
I
Ignored, pretended but listened
I
Didn't want to

What is rain?
What is water?
Why must I care for the sky's tears?
I know you're the sky dude.
But I don't care about your rain.

Rain fell again the eve before us
I.
Thought more on it
I'm oblivious,
I think your thoughts are delirious
But
Truth stings
And I think about the rain.

Rain fell again this morning
I was dealing with lightning
I looked up and down for thunder
But still the wind spoke of rain

Break came
I had no rest
Clear skies
But there were omens of rain everywhere.

The omen let the rain crash
Why can't the cloud tell me this?
Why should I turn a blind eye?
I've been blind for 2 years.
But seeing I do not miss

Rain falls
It happened twice today
Many say that's a sign
But I'm minuscule, I'm little, I'm ignorant
I refuse to recognize rainfall if not from the cloud itself.