Rain, rain go away
Never return
You aren't wanted here
That's right go on, scat!
I would use profound words to describe you
But I don't like you
So I won't
Punk
It's not cool to join our parades
You just ruin them
It was okay at first
But your floods are really bringing my mood down
It's time for you to go
Drive your silver fluff out of here
Never return
You are not wanted here
If that moral poem (almost puzzle) gave you chills like it did me, then you probably hate rain too. Hello, my name is Brian Boone and today I welcome you to tour the thoughts of this articulate poem with me.
Let's analyze some themes shall we? Rain. Well, that about does it.
Let's note some characters. Rain. He played a large role throughout the poem.
Let's not forget the motifs! Rain. Yes, rain did dominate the motific field today.
If we were to deeply analyze the depths of this puzzle we would find door after door of unanswered possibilities. So we'll try our best to keep it on the top soil.
The author, Brian Boone, clearly has resentment towards rain. For why? Why does he resent this rain? Did it possibly ruin a fun afternoon he'd planned 3 months ahead of time with some of his closest friends to enjoy a nice picnic all by ourselves at the park, we didn't want any trouble! Ahem. Or maybe he just becomes moody during the rain. Unanswered questions lead us nowhere. That's why I have personally arranged to have an interview with the self-proclaimed Oprah appraised author, the one, the only, Brian Boone!
Me: Thank you for joining us this eve, Brian.
Brian: Oh, it's my pleasure.
Me: So, Brian, can I call you Brian? How long and enduring was the undergoing process behind this particular poem of yours?
Brian: Well, Me, I'm glad you asked. It was actually a really intense road that lead me to a pit of self discovery that I may never have been able to find otherwise. It began on the morning of Monday, May 16, 2011. I sat down in the auditorium with my usual crisp chocolate milk, and like most days just began to brainstorm. However, this particular brainstorm led me to a subject of storms. A subject I know all too well, Me.
Me: Marvelous, absolutely marvelous. Although you completely dodged my question with a bunch of garbage, we'll keep moving. What was going through your head while you were writing this poem?
Brian: Honestly a spectrum of thoughts burst into my head the minute the subject flashed itself. But.. but I couldn't answer that question without first making you reflect upon yourself with a question. Have you ever wrestled a bear in the Indies? If not you could never understand my thought process thus your question is void, next please!
Me: Well, that seems fair I guess... Actually we're out of air time here on Oprah. It's been a real pleasure to have you speak on the show, Brian.
Brian: Well thank you, Me.
Me: Join me, Oprah, tomorrow same time same place and we'll discover a young mother of 23 who had ovarian cancer, is missing three limbs, is legally blind, and still finds time to support the elderly. We'll see you next time on "What the h*** just happened!"
Word of the Day: Motific
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