It's rained, as it does in these days of the planet convulsing
Because of increasing heat; water, in buckets, poured out
Of the sky.  Our pool overflowed.  Our lawn is a lake.  Our
Lives aren't in danger, as are those of so many others in
Places around the globe.  Droughts come more often,
Followed by floods.  Glaciers are melting and sea levels
Rise.  We're aware of what's causing us so much misfortune:
Gases which come from the fuels we burn, but we burn,
Nonetheless.  We go on as we have, urged to continue by
People who profit from acts which destroy us.  What will 
Be done in the end?  Nothing will.  We are, after all, merely 
Parts of the planet, means of its warming, not agents to stop it.  
At some point, our actions will wipe out our species.  Like 
Dinosaurs, we'll reach the end of our reign.  Something, 
At home in tumultuous weather, will rise in our place.  
Maybe, after it does, the planet will once again cool.