What did the rain promise,
When it first suffused soil,
Triggering the life we all now enjoy,
Causing our souls to roil,
By the turbulence of the other things,
Sprung from the life it gives?
Does it take no responsibility,
For the aftermath of its recklessness?
Like war, famine and even drought, itself,
And questions of what's right.
Rain should have thought of love and consequence,
Before it married light.
We're like the rain,
We just fell into this,
Trying to understand our origins,
Finding the easiest path to our bliss.
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