I was re-watching Romeo and Juliet the other day and I was reminded of how much I love poetic rhyming. In fact, I could almost feel myself speaking in rhyming couplets and iambic pentameter afterwards. Simultaneously, I was spending my lovely two week break indoors as it was raining nearly every day. What was even more fantastic (sarcasm INCLUDED), was that when I returned to campus, it was still RAINING! I had to release some bent up tension and frustration at Williamstown's variable climate. Therefore, you get to read these two sonnets. Enjoy!
Condemnation of the Rain
To think, I chose this place, in all its flaws.
From snow to rain, subzero pain, and more.
For sure, Williams has charm on which it draws;
But not enough to slash its climate score.
Of course, I knew how cold it could become.
My mom bought me a thermal winter’s coat.
Yet clear of sleet and snow and ice that come,
Is wealth of rain which could maintain a moat.
Fear not, they say, those used to this advise,
But I can’t help but feel the gloom a pour.
Though down falls drops, the sun in clouds disguise,
A fierce climate to which I must deplore.
Despite all this and that which each day pass,
At least, in May, there shall be fresh, green grass.
Dearest Sun
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day -
If it were that summer was due to come?
No buds have burst to broach it’s on its way.
Thus, I’m afraid, your beauty is quite glum.
If there was but a single sign of sun,
I rest assured that you’d sit glorified.
Yet all I ask is fame for my loved one,
For century-old poems cement love’s pride.
Nebulous veils of darkness tuck away
Antique stars that warm us with royal light.
Yet would you know such truth in skies of grey-
That do little but to mimic the night.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
If clouds reveal more grace in buds of May.
