The Power of Rain

It is remarkably insane, To look vacantly out the pane, With a green bottle of Bollinger champagne, Enjoying the wobbly rain, rain, rain! I would rather spend a day in Spain, Or sit by the seaside in Ukraine, An alternative of gawking all in vain, At the wet and soggy rain, rain, rain! My entire day would certain remain, Unstimulating and very mundane, Before the sympathy could sustain, I would flee away from the rain, rain, rain I would pose and listen to Zakir Hussain, Without experiencing the Nyctophobic pain, And munching on the Christmas candy cane, For my drink, I’ll gulp the rain, rain, rain! Oh! I desperately have the need to explain, The very day I had to constrain, As it was not so germane, To taste the polluted rain, rain, rain! The cloudburst valiantly fights the Elaine, The pellucid flurry wondering it's Shane, Tries to stuff the muddy moraine, But sadly cries into rain, rain, rain! The baffled sleet faces refrain, Awaits the rush hour of the town’s train, To run away from the aubade, so urbane, Sadly, the unconvincing rain, rain, rain, goes away. [Arrival of summer] BY SATVIKA UNDER THE PEN NAME SAVERA