Rain

Raindrops fell beyond my window, whispering words from a time beyond yesterday.

"How did you come to know the history of our world," I asked?

From the beginning water has been the one constant on your planet. Water traveled across the universe on buried in asteroids, planetoids, meteorites and comets. As the galactic rocks broke up in the atmosphere the H20 fell to the surface and collected in gullies and ravines, canyons and impact craters.

Millenniums passed, lakes were formed, and rivers were created feeding oceans teaming with new life. Each drop that fell from the sky eventually evaporated, forming clouds which in turn filled with raindrops and snowflakes which eventually fell to the earth once again, reincarnation in its purist form.

Raindrops were witnesses to the first life forms crawling, from the primordial sea to begin life upon the land. Life that across time became dinosaurs, fearsome creatures who lived and died by one commandment: survival of the fittest.

When the asteroid impacted: billions of life forms, from viruses to dinosaurs became extinct. Water vapor formed vicious storms that scoured the planet from pole to pole.

Early man looked upon rain with superstition and fear. Creating legends and gods to explain the simplicity of the life cycle of water. Life depended on water for sustenance rain created life drought brought death. Rain meant the gods were pleased drought meant the gods had been offended. Soon sacrifices were made to please the gods. First crops, than animals if rain failed to follow eventually humans were sacrificed anything to please the gods.

Cities soon formed and man learned to collect rain in cisterns and holding tanks. Droughts were still feared but more manageable.

Enlightenment spread slowly across your world. Rain rinsed the weariness of the road from the one you call Buddha. He more than others of his times understood the cycles of life. How each and every action affected the other life forms sharing the planet with humanity.

Jesus survived forty days and nights wandering the desert sharing water with the wild creatures of the sand. He taught peace but was tortured and killed in the most violent of ways.
The messages that these enlightened souls brought to your world have for the most part fallen upon deaf ears. So many of the innocents have been killed in disputes over gods and religions.
From inquisitions to crusades, from martyrs to cults tears have fallen like rain in protest over what has been done in the name of Jehovah.

Today the pollutants thrown into the air by your factories and automobiles have affected the water cycle; the waste dumped into your oceans has become part of the evaporation process. Rain is but a part of the natural cycles that maintain your planet. Rain now has become a problem for you and other life forms. The plant and animal life you consume have been corrupted by lead and acid rain slowly poisoning life, as you know it.

Evaporation in ages past brought about a cleansing of mother nature’s life forms, now mother nature has because of humanity become a spreader of disease and death. Yes rain is beautiful but it should also remind you of what needs to be done to restore your planet before it is to late.

I awoke to the sound of birds frolicking in the puddles left behind by the evening’s shower. The open window brought the cool breeze of a fall morning into my bedroom. The freshness of the air could not completely replace the feeling of loss left behind by my conversations with the rain.