The rain pounds the roof
Like a child pouring out a bag of marbles
Upon a plastic table
He picks them up
Only to pour them out again

The water falls in sheets
One after another
Blown in by Boreas

Thunder rumbles lightly in the distance
As if watching the destruction from afar
Cheering on the rain
Showing support
The waters rise and take the earth
Piece by piece

Sporadically we are reminded
That we are not in control
The earth is not ours to subdue
We are powerless against her advances
We are at her mercy
And still life goes on

Traffic flies by at its usual pace
People rushing to work
Rushing home
Always rushing
Oblivious to the revelation
That the earth is delivering
Is that the power of the human spirit?
To press on regardless?
Or is that evidence of our ignorance?
That we selfishly pursue our interests
Despite the message being sent?

The earth demands our attention
Destroying itself with its own air
To remind us
That the structures we build
The lives we make
Are nothing to her
She has taken many lives before us
And will take many more

Someday humanity will be gone
But the earth will rage on

Treat your mother well, earthlings
For she is our protector
There is no life without her blessing
And she will find balance
Within the world you’ve created

For every storm
There are countless days
That pass by without notice
She spins, creates life, enables health
And we go about our business
With nary a “thank you”
Embrace your mother
Show gratitude
For without her blessing
We are but a speck of dust
Blowing in the wind