Some folks are bummed out by the rain,
But I say that it's all in their brain.
If they covered their cortex
In waterproof Gore-Tex
Their troubles would flow down the drain.

East of Paris, folks never complain
When the skies pour down buckets of rain.
For their clouds (by design)
Hold the fruits of the vine,
And give showers of sparkling champagne.

If you want to come off as “urbane,”
I suggest that you sing in the rain.
Hey, it worked for Gene Kelly
(And Machiavelli;
The Prince made Top 40 in Spain).

(or, rather, the treatise formerly known as The Prince).

Based on the suggestion: “rain”