Rains

fantasizing the falling drops
are built countless rhymes
set against a pouring backdrop
the banal romantic mimes
splashes of muddy water
that spoil many a day
stinking, the musty cupboards
wherein the dirty clothes lay
flooded roads with noisy traffic
washing that refuses to dry
illness and losses abound
underneath the cloudy sky
with falling trees and brimming drains
what is so spectacular about the rains?