Little by little

Drops of water spill, little by little

Near and far, so the pitter-pat on rooves

Seems as such life's mystery so brittle

As raindrops trickle, deluge swiftly moves

The blistering cold brought forth by wind

Minute sreeches echo the water fall

Feet brought to desist, whilst thoughts rescind

Bitter reflections I loathe but recall

My emnities with rain spawn detestment

But I curse not heavens nor God above

Yet what has made my soul lament

Is cupid's arrow, my trainwreck called love

As my dwelling's fore walls get damp and wet

Not having someone to hold; my regret

Just a little background on this sonnet. I made this last year for our English class. We were talking about Elizabethan Sonnets and our teacher, Ma'am Arianne, wanted us to write one about something we hate or despise. Well, I chose rain.

I have never been fond of rain; it's wet, it makes things wet, and the hassle of travelling around while it's raining. I just hate it. 

After a few stanzas, she told us to try to put a volta (a turning point or a twist) in our sonnet and so i dug deeper as to why I hated rain so much, and eventually found the volta I was looking for. Rain reminds me of love, basically. Oh joy.