A Dime for a Rhyme?

Rain
Pouring wet rain.
Some people think it's a pain.
I kind of like it, so they call me insane.
They say it's mundane.
If only they could refrain
From using these harsh words.

I looked outside today.
A cold, wet, misty spray.
Well, the grass needs it, no point to delay.
It should be expected, after all, it is May.
"Why do you write this pointless poem?" you say.
I have to for a grade, ok?
Anyway...