The rain has never fallen so hard as it does now.The urban precipitation filledWith acid pollution.The storms of decayFlood life with filthy water.I try to get up cheeryevery morningAnd wash my face.But the acidic rain could only bePoison for my infant's skin.I have just gotten rid of a pimple.Rubbing alcohol has done the trick.A sigh of relief, then a sigh of discouragement.The acidic rain onlyGrew back the weedI thought I had killed.But it's up to me.Why the sun no longer shines,Why the flowers are not in bloom,Why the birdsong dies…My fears and doubts have made me Turn to preservatives and chemicals,Things thought to be a proper substitute.However, I only created the acid rain.