A Dark force of black
Overcomes the tiny village
Within seconds...
The microcosm is soaking
Peering out the window
I see Picasso
Tarnished creams, silver greys
And sun burnt oranges
Large unmerciful drops
of H2O, warp the land
To a highly extensive
Flood
We cannot relinquish this curse
Nor can we curse this blessing
All we can do
Is wait until the flood is over |