In This Poem Poem by RIC BASTASA

when it rains for days
we damn the weather
we blame the gods
we for once do not like
the smell of water.....but then...

when the rain is gone
and there is no sign of a black cloud that it is coming ever again
we again complain
hating the sun, disgusting the feel of light
the warmth of days
we damn the gods
for not hearing us
our pleas all written in the
that empty space
in that drifting air

but the gods, gods as they are
have known our hearts
and minds

and they are never damned at all
in one lightning gear
striking us all
we become nothing
perishing
as we so deserve

it is written, so written
in this poem....