Divine Arrogance

Divine arrogance is playing a trick on thee.

Mother Nature won't rain, she dries out the sea.

Father Sun makes us hot, brings us to our knees,

We need dancing intervention for water, if you please.

The creeks won't rise when it swelters like this.

The oceans' mist simply does not exist.

The trees loose their leaves, they're all brown and barren

There are no birds in flight, not even a heron.

We're thinking that divine arrogance is mistaken for wrath,

Maybe a chuckle gone bad to a laugh.

If Mother Nature could see fit to give us a break,

Then, Father Sun may comply and slow down the bake.