When we were children, did we know
That the sound of rain would shred our hearts?
Rain falling like tears, heavy with grief.
A grandmother disappears under the pillaging waves.
A pink dolphin dies on the shores of a lake.
A terrified mother stifles her baby’s thirsty mewls.
All we can do, we who have rain,
Is walk unprotected to bear sodden witness.
Still we turn away when we pass on the street,
Lest we see reflected in another’s eyes such awful knowledge.
How shall we go on?
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