Parable of the Rain
And the rains came.
And the crops flourished. And we fed our families. And we were filled with contentment.
And we cut down trees, built tall cities, paved over greenways. And we were filled with pride.
And the rains dwindled. And we trampled the meadows, moved into mansions. And we were filled with greed.
And the rains stopped. And the forests burned. And the crops failed. And the animals disappeared. And we were filled with fear.
And the sidewalks cracked. And a flower pushed through, then a tiny tree. And we watered them with our tears.
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So simplistic a telling but with a magnitude of wisdom. Thank you Juma.
A sad cyclical tale.
It is very metaphorical. It has a great moral lesson. Well done.
Such a powerful story, Juma, so much said in so few words. The last lines stay with you.
The rains provided and humans, as they often do, became selfish. I feel that this is a relevant story that could happen just about anywhere during these times. Nicely done!
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I love the rhythm and poetic expression of this story, Juma. At the same time as it’s beautifully written, it is filled with sad wisdom, carrying a perspective of humanity’s impact on our world.