I
The rain fell in the sleeping town,
rattling against the roof,
Holes in the ground turning into slippery
puddles.
Wind whistling through the trees,
like
Mother Nature
was telling us the story of the universe
but our ears never
listening
to her voice.
II
She was angry, thunder reverberating in the ominous clouds,
A flash of lightning seen from the kitchen window.
Children staying indoors after school, their faces containing boredom,
Mother is afraid of pneumonia.
We were never good at listening in the
first place.
III
Colours, voices, a blurred image;
flashes from the television.
The country of - is experiencing a gradual flood,
water up to your knees and water
leaking into people's houses.
Nobody goes anywhere,
a state of emergency is issued by the
Queen.
People are beginning to worry, wringing
their hands and saying " Ah me!"
Mother Nature doesn't let up easily on her
punishment.
IV
Water is now up to your waist,
most people have barricaded themselves
into their home.
Electricity is for the most part gone,
sometimes flickering into existence,
but never lasting long anymore.
Children ask for more during mealtimes
and Mother struggles with the evaluation of how much more food they have left.
Weather radios crackle to life and
candles are some people's only light.
V
This is the end,
With water that comes up over your head,
Cracks in the home allow water indoors.
Wet feet begin to blister from covered floors.
Children ask so many "whys?",
And Mothers cannot reply.
VI
There is a town deep down in the sea,
Everything is preserved but slowly
rotting away,
And then what more can we say when it
all rots away?
