Artificial rain


One need not appease the gods with ritual and sacrifice
for the miracle of grey hues across an open desert sky-
Humanity already indulges itself in the title.

To hold a cloud down and squeeze the water out of it
is apparently a simple affair.
The air no longer hangs in scorching abeyance-
each drop absorbing fragment of the grit
that engulfs civilization in reclamation of its origin-

a seeded cloud,
tempering ire that irradiates asphalt.

From dust we are born, to dust we refuse to return;
It is only in human nature to defy the law of nature.

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