...Why did you kill me?...

Cold rain, somber gray sky,
a hail storm,
oh the green fields,
crops still green, lying dead,
so quite, so beautiful in their slumber,
hanging from the neem tree,
hanging from ceiling fan,
panting on the corner of my field,
shock, I die, did I?
Or did you kill me?
Sure it's not suicide,
but are you to blame?
Uncontrollable, wild, unpredictable,
in your beauty, in your innocence,
you lay waste to my lands, my living, my life.
Do I blame you?
For my last moment, for the rest of theirs?
Oh you're potent, you just are, am I?
I'm just you, without me you aren't.
But I'm still with you in death.
You're still me and I'm you.
So, can I?  Can I blame you?
I really want to, I do,  I don't.