Rain in Mumbai

The rain poured in incessantly as if to drown the earth,
And drains sprouted fountains to add to the filth and woes,
Slippery wheels of countless vehicles churned the slush,
As did toes of pedestrians to muddy pools in their shoes.

All potholes got their much deserved share of pudding,
And splashed they all their booty in celebration on passers by,
Pebbles that were road-bound broke free to the tune of rain,
And all that remained for the moaning traffic was to sigh and sigh more.

The pulsating life lines of Mumbai screeched to a grinding halt,
To the dismay of their railroads swallowed by rising water level,
And the dense overcast mirrored on millions of faces,
As anxieties of sleepless night in their offices began to wobble.

Half wet and totally cold as lives waded through their ways,
The question of comfortable abode began to come afloat,
Bodies knee-high soiled and waste-low soaked in drizzle,
To them what to hardships of a rudderless life purport?