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.