Houston
Houston
I wonder if the summer rain was warm
that poured like Pharaoh’s plagues upon the town
as people waded from their homes in swarms
and small craft was the mode to move around.
Memories lost by tempest's hurt and harm
float pass as muddy waters flood the ground.
The summer rain may be a hurricane,
a wicked, wind song made in sad refrain.
9/3/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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