When The Rain Comes


The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food.

The wind blows and the pollen travels.
It lands yet another field to help life grow.
And again the rain falls to bring new life.

Yet, where is that laughter?
Where are the people?
Where have the children gone?

The trees have leaves,
The grass is green,
The food is there for the picking.

Yet, there is no one there to pick it.
There is no one playing.
No one working.

The houses are empty.
The window pains are broken.
The doors are left ajar.

As a line in a song once said.
“Where have all the young men gone?”
Where has all the beauty of the earth gone?

We could say a war or a atomic blast took it all.
Or that a virus killed everyone and left a barren planet.
Yet we do not know when or how it became this way.

Maybe it was time and the rapture came.
All those left went to heaven or fell to the depths of hades.
Yet the plant life still grows and dies as it has for millions of years.

Waiting, waiting for the return.
It knows. It knows all.
Someday the laughter will come.

And when it does thing will change.
Love will bloom where hate once stood.
Good will be done where evil once ruled.

When that day comes things will change.
The silence will stop and laughter will be heard again.
And wars will never be heard of.

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food

 

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