Rain

I love the smell of rain on the pavement,

Or watching it trickle down a window.

I love looking up at the sky,

Only to feel the rain come down on me.

I love that it brings out the flowers,

And releases the things saved for these days.

But why does it always rain?

Only when I'm arranged to go golfing.

Reviews

[Antony]

But there is a time and a place for the rain, but not today and I don't golf anymore, maybe that is the secret, I should start golfing again, anything to stop the rain, it is my worse enemy, I like this little piece you did and I just happened upon your page and that title caught my eye. Glad I stopped by.
Antony

[Andrew Tyler McCown]

Miss Johnson,
Nice sentiment. Funny last line.
but I think that the last line would carry more strength if you cut the "but" and have "but why does it always rain/only when I'm arraigned to go golfing?"

Line 6 is a little weak in comparison to the rest of the poem.
Normaly I am not a fan of end rhyme but I feel that because this poem is short and lighthearted, it could use a little rhyming. These are just my thoughts, bundled in a basket with canned corn and a ham, take what you want and donate the rest to charity.