I hate the rain, because it is wet
I have become a defenceless subject
It really is not a very good boon
When our country has the weekly monsoon
Webbing is growing on my finger
If the rain does not stop I am sure it will linger
My bones are complaining, they are getting quite rusty
When the wind blows it becomes very gusty
So I stay and home and bake a cake
At least I can eat it in my coffee break