At the Mercy of the Heavens

Bright sunshine on high is reflected in our smiles down here below Friendly greetings, a spring in our steps, squinting midst the golden rays Let the clouds cast their gray pall across the Heavens, the change is palpable Smiles vanish; gloom envelops us; we hurl our eyes at the cement pavement Hot, humid nights sap us of energy; enervated, we drag ourselves into our bedchambers When the north wind releases humidity's choke-hold, invigorated, we perk up, returning to our better selves... The pitter-patter of rain, rhythmic against my windowpane, eases me into sleep's confidence Until lightning's zap and thunder's crackle pierce my pleasant bubble... Has modern man advanced beyond the days when he was at the mercy of the Heavens? Not when he lives or dies By the friendly or unfriendly Face of the Skies