Personification of the Sun, Rain, Power Pole

give me a poem, you said one time. lazy sun to hear your words, he immediately went into his night. and the rain suddenly poured cold anger at your head, while shouting: this is poetry. electricity poles were laughing, maybe it's funny: the poet asked for poetry.

poetry? where presumably. possible that the poem is sick and dying. so he never came. as before, knocking on the window was not the night during the evening was not dawn.

give me a poem, you say. to whom. something or other.