Selfish rain

A Poem by Samthepostman

Sceptical view of the water that falls from the sky

Are you not the cry of someone above?
Weeping in pity of what he's created
If such horrors persist why cry
when you can mend the tatters society has been reduced to?

It's always raining when I'm upset
Or maybe I'm upset because it's always raining
How can anything blossom without sunshine?
The charcoal like clouds hold hostage my imagination
The straight-jacket grip
How it chokes my thoughts is uncanny

Why does it rain in places already damp
Yet not places continuously dust
Selfish droplets sticking to their friends
Too reluctant to break away and help those in need

How can humans abide by equality-
Even rain favours some more than others.