Artificial Rain — A Plea for Nature
From silver clouds that refuse to cry,
We borrow tears from a chemical sky.
Planes hum softly, seeds of mist they sow,
In hopes that thirsty fields may glow.
A dance of science — silver iodide streams,
Awakens clouds, fulfills dry dreams.
Rain descends, not from heaven’s will,
But from man’s longing, sharp and still.
Yet, borrowed rain has a hidden cost,
In the dance of gain, much is lost.
Soil turns sour, rivers weep,
Nature’s balance sinks too deep.
O Earth! forgive our restless hand,
That alters sky, sea, and sand.
Let us plant, preserve, and refrain —
Before we summon artificial rain.
Let every droplet born of grace,
Revive the green, the human race.
A prayer we whisper, soft, humane —
“Let nature rule, not man’s domain.”
Jyoti Verma