The rains fell heavy that Tuesday night
No one had predicted it
No one would have believed it could be
No rain had fallen for ten years.
They all rushed out to drink their fill
And though it seemed a minor miracle
At the time, that is
No one fell out, no one got shot!
People had relied on bottled water
For so very, very long
That ever-present taste of plastic
All too common on the tongue.
Bottled water companies had made a killing
The only water there was to drink
‘Bottles of water were the new bullets’
Or so ‘they’ said, the media in the pink.
The coastlines of the world
All lined with desalination plants
And those with the power to control
No longer needing weather info-stats.
But that night, just for a moment
All of that was forgotten
As the rains poured and poured
And the world was refreshed.
Mother Nature had taken back control
Thank goodness She always does
But how long till the next rain
How long —- how long?
When the oceans and the rivers teem
With plastic of all kinds and hue
Perhaps we got our just desserts
Reliant on water in plastic, me, and you.
©Joe Wilson – A deserved dystopia…2018