Poetry Writing

Those who are in the habit of writing poetry

Quite often poetry departs from them

The days aren't different

But inexplicably poetry departs

You wonder why

You are busy with mundane things

Sometimes you are awfully busy

There are ups and downs in life

Pleasure, pain, disaster, depression

All may be the cause of departure of poetry

That's okay

But sometimes there are simply no reasons

But poetry departs

Suddenly there is rain

Sometimes torrential rain

Poetry comes in its full glory

How, why?

Can any poet tell?