Poetic or prosaic

When you empathize with some one you feel the emotion

Of that some one feeling it inside him. 

Isn't that life is all about, a constant bout

You win some you lose some, see in the balance what remains in the sum.

Rain gives hope, rain too brings ruin

Rain just rains not for him or for her. 

Life is like a rain cloud, I think aloud

My thoughts become the words, well it does bode.

You think you deserve, what purpose do you serve?

When life puts obstacles you just swerve.

Outside it continues to drizzle, inside words continue to sizzle

Life is one unending puzzle, sometimes you unravel and a bit you dazzle.

Disquiet is no more, quietness fills

Words marched at one's command, some chills and thrills. 

Anonymous I remain, my domain has become poetic.

At times prose too, when life gets a bit prosaic.