when the firmaments and landscapes are grim-faced

when skies are too unsmiling and grudging to open up
we’re too quick to dread and debate, imagine and assume
the worst possible scenario— an apocalypse of a drought

how does nature make a bold statement? through storms?
maybe heatwaves and floods are sounds, springs and signs
of rebuke and caution? possibly, the dreams, yells and pleas
of guiltless kids and helpless women trapped in senseless wars
are being re-joined? Perhaps the deities of decency are livid?

we seek to calm our hearts with words: it’s not yet time
yet we thirst for water that seems to wail in distant detentions
that has lost memories of cascading and caroling from jubilant taps