Am I Poetic

Sitting in my backyard at our pink wooden table, reading about Buddhism in the gentle summer rain, drinking an iced coffee I made with ice cream, instead of ice and cream, I thought of that cleverly. Should I be drinking it at all? I put chocolate chips in it because I wanted to, because they taste good. I told myself I could drink it in the name of experimentation, why deprive myself of a good thing, it's healthy for the mind. What do I know, I feel chubby and self-conscious now. And too full. Why do we go inside when it rains? Isn't it a gift of sorts? In heat like this, a gentle shower. Am I very philosophical? Am I strong and wise? My paper is getting wet. What do I know. Maybe I'll call this, "What do I know", sounds catchy doesn't it. But I really do think I enjoy the rain.