Homework #1

I look out this window and what do I see
Grass verges and manholes and some kind of tree
Footpath and tarmac and dog food of yore
And some of the rain just falls straight down the shore

There is rain that runs headlong down picturesque mountains
While some rain loves Rome and its Renaissance fountains
But the sewers aren't empty, 'nd there's puddles galore
Because rain can't decide where it lands anymore.