RAIN

Why does it rain? 
Perhaps, for the earth’s pain!

She has withered under Sun’s strokes

 And suffocated by the chimneys’ smoke.

She runs through the breathless space,

  Sweaty, thirsty - moisture has left no trace.

Apathetic, some nonchalant,  

Forgot to water the plant. 

Why do the clouds burst?

Perhaps to quench their thirst.

  The skyscrapers have covered the sky,  

Stealing light from the passers by. 
Why does the lightning strike? 
Perhaps, for a moments light!