Nature

Crashing and slashing, the heavy shower spills from the sky, 

Pouring from somewhere, from the clouds that stand high, 

Pitter-patter, the muggy air is a moment for grief, 

The rain sobbed, crying under its sleeve, 

Ambition for an animal to conceal, 

Conserving its offspring and its awaiting meal, 

Pitter-patter, the thunder anticipates, 

Averts a single crumb on each beings' plates, 

The vigorous wind is a lion that grows wild, 

Lightning blasts, enough to panic a child, 

Pitter-patter, one by one the shelters of them all, 

Suffer from great destruction, and species populations fall, 

Crashing and slashing, the above droplets fade, 

Divulging the terrain that had been left decayed, 

Pitter-patter no more, 

Crestfallen of loss, immutable from before.