January Rain

This is a poem I wrote in the early part of the year.
Enjoy.

The rain drops land softly on the grass

the thunder rumbles in the distant sky.

I'm alone in my dorm room, sitting on my bed

looking at my books and shoes scattered on the floor.

Arguing voices from the opposite block

filters in as the norm is

outside,a bird chirps loudly,

and again the thunder responds with a rumble.

This makes me wonder why its raining in January.

Then I look and discover that its no more raining,

and remember that its February.