Rain's Innocent Guilt


So simple
Creation's reflective minuscule,
Gathering force at will,
Sprinkling nourishment,
Sharing its cleansing,
Wanting only growth.

Such is the mission
Of Nature's most immaculate;
The raindrop,
Carrier of so many purposes.

Inculpable its essence,
Being not of calamitous desire,
Yet collected by forces undesired,
Often Tropical disturbances,
Or typhoons,
Hurricanes.

So faultless
Its guilt.

While we admonish it presence,
Water spotting our car washes,
Spoiling our vacation weekends,
Plummeting our gardens,
We ignore its due respect.

Perhaps...

Embracing the small creature-less life
Might enable this E. T. of Nature's family,
Dreaming only of making our lives better,
A supportive existence among
Its dedicated landscape.

Still…

We argue its overwhelming presence,
Even as its ancestors of Artic and Antarctic
Plead for genealogical respect.

We continue to deny its nemesis,
Man's natural self-destruction
Trying to hide behind the inept rationale.

 
For some,
So easy to deny.
For all,
Impossible to avoid.