Rain: A Sonnet On It

I really wanted to write a Petrarchan sonnet but wasn't particularly inspired when I wrote it because it wasn't raining. Also, I found it's way harder than I thought it would be. Keeping track of rhyming schemes and metre at the same time can be incredibly difficult, but managed to do it somehow. Not very well, but I did it.

A faint glow lights up the dark morning sky
And slowly gets bright, turning up the heat.
Slowly creeping up on you from your feet,
The harsh sun rays strike you right in the eye.
You crawl through the day with many a sigh,
Too hot and drowsy to get off your seat,
Drink water, eat some ice, water, repeat,
Wishing for the cold, for the heat to die.
But soon the white sky turns to a deep grey
With a few clouds, the occasional breeze,
And the promise of rain from far away.
The winds get cold and much stronger, and trees
Start getting wet and violently sway.
Rain pours down at last, puts the world at ease.

Because drawing a picture always makes it better.