Deluge
Incessant rain,
incessant pain
a primeval fury.
People run like mad.
The river overflows,
there's no escape
but to the highest hill
they go.
Alas there is no shelter there,
and rain falls without break.
Children are now safe.
They splash in mud,
they dive in shallow pools,
throw water at each other,
laugh, filled with delight.
Soldiers bring food
and at last some tents.
A modicum of shelter
finally arrives.
Still there's incessant rain.
Still children play,
while women, eyes wet, look down
towards the vales
and wonder where
their husbands drowned.
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