Could this rain know greed?

Though apathetic with its

Monotone voice

That never changes

Despite its lilting intensity

When its frigid teeth

Bite into our flesh

Gnawing and tearing

At the earth with an

Almost carnivorous intensity

Unrelenting

‘Til its bosom heaves

On a satisfied breath

Is it greed?

Perhaps the sins

Thought to have begun

With man

Existed long before

In the heart of nature