The clouds above have darkened,
cracks of thunder sound and
bolts of lightning roar,
my window splattered
and the floor pooled with rain,
I press my forehead up against
cold glass and gaze skyward.
This unusual weather a portent
for what humanity has done
to this planet.
Our home ravaged and pillaged
by fools with heads in sand,
we see the destruction laid
out in front and know the
consequence and yet, we are
powerless in opposition to the
filling of coffers.