Stubborn rain! Comes in torrents, Whenever I am On my way to work! Laden, heavy with water, The raindrops pelt hard, Threatening to tear the umbrella cover, Before sliding down In frustrated demeanour. Aided by the boisterous breeze, Sometimes the rain attempts to swing in; Spraying my face, My clothes, As if they have something to convey! There are puddles by the roadside! Perhaps the rain, Wants me to stop by them and sail those paper-boats again.