Soothing Nature, Selfish Man

Given scorching heat the sun was passing by,
The wild blue yonder turned mackeral sky,
Black clouds came to show their might,
Sun was obscure and midday was night,
When thunder storm and joyful din,
Was raining buckets and wetting my skin,
The cats and dogs and aroma of sand,
And bracing winds brought my mind to bend,
Such energising gifts and reviving tricks,
Nature had to soothe our bricks,
But this inclement man has some other plans,
He wants destruction all he can,
Still this nature asks me again and again,
CAN A BRUTAL BECOME AGAIN A MAN??
CAN A BRUTAL BECOME AGAIN A MAN??