After the Rain
Drip. Drop. Splash.
The sky wept again.
In a matter of hour,
She cried in pain.
She cried in anger.
She filled the land
With her tears,
Whispering her fears.
That one day, soon,
Her home will vanish
Will cease to exist
Because we failed
As its caretaker
To nourish. to flourish.
And as time wanders.
We shall be witnesses
On what will remain
Atlantis, after the rain..
– Poetic Dustbin