An ode to rain

It has been raining a lot recently and if I was waxing poetical I could say that when I hear the rain I think of:
*  Tiny tap dancers dancing on the petals of a blue flowers,
*  Wet grass and the slugs having a disco in the damp,
*  Raindrops racing down windows,
*  Big splashy puddles full of rainbows by the side of the road,
*  Someone playing bongo drums on the slates of our roof. 

But to be completely honest, when I hear the rain nowadays I think "when is it going to stop?".