Why Do You Fuss?

The rains come and go
 seem to be reluctant
 wish to pour in a blow
 yet seem to be hesitant
 why this Hamletian dilemma?
 the rain feels shy to come forward
 it proves to an enigma
 as it moves backward
 the momentary shift it does
 keeps us perplexed
 why does it make such a fuss?
 why is it not focused?
 rain tell me the  truth
 hope you are not a sleuth.
 I feel you try to detect
 the nature  of man in an intersect.
he spoils your sport  wantonly
 destroys  your mantle  purposefully.