Refugee Rain

It occurred to me as the lightning flashed While I sat alone in my kitchen, dry and warm, There are thousands now huddled wet and cold Who must live each day with the judgment of the storm. And they’re sputtering their curses, and they’re muttering their prayers Till a gathering of misery no cloud could contain Becomes a refugee rain. It’s a keyhole thrill in a voyeur’s mind, But the images are the ones we’ve seen before. And it seems as though some things never change, Be it hurricanes, or the human sin of war. In a famine’s desperation. In a genocide’s despair. There’s a vicious, savage arrow on a heartless weather vane Points out a refugee rain. But then life goes on as it always does. We amuse ourselves watching other people cry. And the eulogy to their hopes and dreams Is the bottom line of another corporate lie. But it causes me to stumble as I contemplate the thought, And I watch my own damn teardrops sadly circling the drain Just like that refugee rain.