No Rain Falls Here

Mother Nature's curse on mankind.

The thunder rumbles,

silent and still.

Lightning breaks over

the tall hill.

It's patient, the storm,

which strolls by,

calmly waiting

in the sky.

Though the wind

howls over head,

below the world feels

nothing coiled in bed.

 

The sky cries

no extra tears,

heightening the extent

of the town’s fears.

The earth begs

to quench its thirst,

but the sky refuses

for earth is cursed.

No rain falls here

on this space of earth

where things once grew

in harmony and mirth.

No rain falls here

for Nature is angry

with her reckless children

so rude and nasty.

 

They chopped down her trees

and polluted her air

in mindless thought

and void of care.

They pillaged her waters

for crabs and fishes,

violating her

restrictive wishes.

No being was meant

to take more than consumed.

Because of them,

their self-destruction loomed.

 

No rain falls here

for what they did.

Mother Nature’s wrath

is nothing to kid.

She will deprive the mouths

of unruly offspring

and once again in triumph

will sing,

“I am the earth; it is mine.

It is everything but thine.”

 

No rain falls here

for they are cursed

to endure

the ultimate thirst.

Author's Note

There was a time when man and nature lived harmoniously with each other. Suddenly, out of nowhere, man begun pillaging Mother Nature. In recent years, Nature is retaliating through her weather to punish mankind for what it has done to her.
Be kind to the Earth, my readers. It is our only hope of a home. There is no other.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

The tragedies humans inflict are sometimes the worst weapons we could ever possibly use. In a way we are not much of a race as far as existence goes. I think our nature assures that. I thought this was a interesting and well penned piece.

[Inyourshadow]

Amen to that E, as an ex miner I too am guilty of scarring this earth in search of coal. When will we realise that nature is not ours to rape only to love, we are killing our children with our selfish ways for when the flowers die so do we. Seems we share a common thought as I too penned her tears at what man as done to her. Keep believing man can change and keep em' coming