goofygunner

With half the earthlings lying dead, 
the remaining gaze upon the ashes filled black-sky.
The sight of sky, what once was a rejoice,
Now, a sight of cruel eventuality of our treatment to mother nature.

There are signs of shower, but of fire.
Humanity is left staring into oblivion with their reasoning dwelling in abyss.
At the point of no return, knocking on the door of death.
The tears shed are the only form of water they could ever feel.

Just when the hope seemed obsolete,
The rainwater caresses upon everyone.
Like a mother kissing her child.
Marking, saving water meant saving lives.