The Missing Element

Rain falls in hope to feel humans

But humans remain immune to nature

Cries heard to wake the sun up from rest

Expecting warmth to show itself

While snowflakes fall unnoticed

Cursing the land for behaving normal

While we stomp its dirt

The trees breathe while rivers speak

To those who choose to listen

This paper is scarred by ink

Dipped by the company rooted in consumption

And rain falls when we least expect

While those under dry roofs

Don’t know what it’s like to be wet.