The rain in Triplicane

Driving down Triplicane,
Bananas,Coconuts and auto parts,
Narrow pushing narrow into alley spills,
Its not my problem.

Cycles spewing sewage streams,
Horns and bells and whistles,
Thunderclaps of a thousand voices,
Its not my problem.

Swerving green ogres,
Jostle,jostle,jostle for that inch,
Wipe that sweat from off your brow,
consign the detritus of the day.

For here it comes,
Giant shattering goblets,
The rain, the rain, the Rain.