The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

Overall, "Rain On My Brain" is a short and poignant poem that captures the feeling of hopelessness and despair. The imagery of raindrops on the brain as red-hot pain is visceral and effective in conveying the speaker's emotional turmoil. The repetition of the phrase "I can feel" emphasizes the intensity of the speaker's experience and adds to the overall impact of the poem.

However, the transition from the rain imagery to the speaker's impending death feels abrupt and could benefit from further exploration or development. The line "Death is coming to me by my hand" is particularly powerful, but it feels disconnected from the rest of the poem.

One suggested line edit could be: "Death is coming to me by my own hand" to emphasize the speaker's agency in their own demise.

Overall, "Rain On My Brain" is a strong poem that could benefit from further exploration and refinement to fully flesh out its themes.

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as though the author is ready to give up!
I understand that, [the giving up, I mean].
I've given up many times and while without the gravest consequences,
it still has made for some sad periods in my life. The saddest is the knowledge of how much
I have hurt others with my inaction. Giving up, makes for a dreadful time for the loved ones
that have to bear the load of wondering if and what they could have done to prevent your
giving up. They wonder why they didn't see, why they didn't feel the pain. They feel as though they have let you down.

I see the AI has devoted its time to the careful diseccting of your poem, and not addressed the subject matter;
but it is not human and does not feel, so it ignores the hurt and pain under the pen. Don't rain on our brains,
stick around and make us crazy! ~ Geezer.
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