Raindrops+Falling+On+My+Head

This is the last line in the poem:

Filled with the dreadful monotone of rain

This line just sums the whole poem up. Can't you just imagine the suffering and angst behind these petty words?! What reminds you of such solitude and desperation besides rain? The way this is phrased is just so powerful. Something filled with the dreadful monotone of rain has to be so... I can't even find the correct word to describe it. Filled is showing that it is complete, not half full, not half empty, dreadful is just such an awful word, you can feel the rush of emotion in it, the monotone of rain, each drop falls the same, makes a steady beat. It is great to fall asleep to and when it rains, its the saddest time, the earth is releasing unwanted tears. Put that all together and it is one heck of a depressing line. Rain is and it isn't monotonous because although it all seems like it comes down the same way, it can be softer when it is just a mist, almost relaxing, or when its a torrential downpour, it is ANGRY, loud, the crash of symbols at the orchestra.

Great job exploring this - rain is best, I agree, when you are tucked away from it. Being filled with it is an entirely different situation.