arid plains flooded pastures
warm rains on cold mountains
and maybe
the earth is  crying
sick
perhaps
I know the islands are taking a hell of a beating
I sit back
watching the weather channel
a string of tropical storms and hurricanes
one after another
I think we oughta put
a bunch of fans and tall assed
sprinklers on the
west coast of Africa
nip it in the bud
As my wise gramma used to say
break up the storms
before they ever start