Cycling in the rain today
Instead of a thought experiment, I tried a Physics one.
For a change, it worked-
If I went a certain speed, the rain didn’t drench me.
They talk about the beauty of Physics
But you see, the rain is not beautiful
Because of physics-
Vector additions and relative velocities
Could never capture it,
A single arrow and a Greek letter
Just aren’t enough;
Because even though they’re three-dimensional,
The rain isn’t.
They hate the rain in London
Because it means dark, gloomy days
No sunshine, football, or picnics
And house arrest in stuffy, humid rooms.
Close your eyes and write a poem,
Because sights are beautiful
Look at the sounds.
I take a drug
That could put
Methamphetamine to shame
That’s more addictive than morphine
That can get you higher than heroin
It doesn’t make your hair fall
Or your teeth decay
It doesn’t make your liver rot
Or your kidneys stop
But it simulates your brain.
It inspires poetry
Better than weed
Manufactured by nature itself
No chemical reactions- just elemental
Between rainwater and earth