Rain: A poem 

From time immemorial, it besieged all lands 

Without it, fertile oases turn to desert sands 

When the skies weep, cornucopia leaps 

and the weather gods are thanked in heaps 

It is welcome rain, when the clouds have rolled 

To the toiling farmer, it’s a shower of gold 

In the city, black umbrellas raised like flags 

Potholed, pockmarked streets like ugly eye bags 

The homeless pray for mercy in its torrent 

For the nervy driver, it is added torment 

Rivers slither and rush like belly-filled snakes 

Dams need courage against overflowing lakes  

It bathes forests and fields, and high-rises tall 

It is unmanageable for scientists, governments, all 

Water is hotter now, with the icecaps going bare 

Will we be awash with sins, when there’s water everywhere?