Perhaps rain is nature’s desperate attempt to heal the world,
Her loud outcry to express her pent up angst…
The relentless acts that humans inflict,
Wound her time and again by their physical acts,
How pained she is by the inhuman deeds of man against man,
With the war that shatters her core,
How can she shower them with her love?
When the firmament witnesses the vile acts that mount day after day,
Perhaps her tears would wash off their sins,
And fade the past that is unpardonable,
Perhaps she would rain and dilute the blood bath,
And resurrect the rivers with chants pure,
Perhaps her showers would extinguish the vicious rage
And imbibe peace in all their distorted minds,
Perhaps her ceaseless rains would purge the world of evil…
Would it?
Could it?
Or would all her efforts be in vain?

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