The evening rain

Rain pattering,

down further and further,

seeping into the crevices and cracks of buildings and cement,

no longer is this a magnificent woodland forest,

the rain is no longer fresh as a sprouting seedling, now full of plastic,

the rain is no longer a crisp new breath,

the canopy is no longer protecting us from the sun's glare,

plastic infecting everything,

even our hearts,

our beings,

no longer a breath of new life,

now we are all cursed forever,

even before we come into this world,

we are chained down by plastic,

concrete,

the death of nature,

the death of humanity.