I wrote a sonnet, titled "What's up?"

You came into my life like rain falling,
You drenched me to the bone and asked, "What's up?"
I walked to the light and heard you calling.
I looked straight at your eyes with doubt, "A cup."
With the sweet nectar you poured me a drink.
You get to your feet and, "Would you like a dance?"
We sat across the bar, I boldly wink.
I said, "Yes, not wanting to miss the chance.
After a few verses, I sat back down.
Your faces became the sun, your red eyes roared.
But then on your face was plastered a frown.
I lost my wits, and then outside it poured.
Your drizzle turned into a hurricane.
My heart, my body both drowning in pain. 

Mandatory reading.

Why is it that I am unable to express my feelings as clearly as other people seem to be able to? I find these posts all scattered around the internet and when I read them I always think "Wow, that is exactly what I feel like! Why can't I put words together to say the same thing?"
After which I fall into a swamp of unhappiness, self pity and disappointment.
When I do have these strokes of brilliance, or what I think are strokes of brilliance, they always seem pale in comparison. Like I am stealing sentences and using the synonyms option on word to change the words so it sounds different.

What did the person who formed the first sentence feel like?

I wish I could feel that way.