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.