Rain's Innocent Guilt

Nature never promised us a rose garden. We invented that. And what have we given in exchange?

Rain's Innocent Guilt
                   by Odin Roark

So simple
Creation's reflective miniscule
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 disturbance
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 Arctic and Antarctic
Plead for genealogical respect

We continue to deny its nemesis
Man's natural self destruction
Trying to hide behind inept rationale
For some
So easy to deny
For all
Impossible to avoid