Rain

As the sky readies for the battle of the sun,
A battle which has already been won,
The shining star has to retreat behind,
As the darkness covers, leading the wind.

As the drops gather in force,
The earth below moves from bad to worse.
The great humans left to stare,
Attacked by surprise, from the force nowhere.



Proud we stand against the natures will,
Killing her children, who can only stand still.
But Mother Nature always she wins,
Punishing us sorely for all our sins.

As we stand tall, on our structures of pride,
A few drops of rains, to frighten us suffice,
A busy life thrown completely out of gear,
Sit and ponder, worry and fear.

It’s that time of the year again,
When there’s nothing left to further gain.
Gaze by the window and ponder within,
Think, reminisce, what better it could have been.

These drops of pure, they remind me so,
Are we really Gods, science our magic lo.
The little drops make me seem so helplessly small,
While every day, I am a proud human, standing tall.

As I watch smoke disappear in the rain,
I laugh at the struggle below in vain.
As machines prod, to win the fight,
As their masters, struggle to prove their might.

Rain, rain, don’t come here no more,
Let us live in our delusion so sore,
That we are the Gods of this Planet Earth,
We own this place, smoke, dust and dirt.

Rain, rain, go away some place,
Where people are not of our selfish ways.
Where people see you not just as water,
But as a giver of life that you are rather.