The Flood

Sitting in the house gazing out at the first drops of rain,Its just begun in nearly a minute it pours heavily onto the misty window.Clear blue drops rapidly run down the window as if it was a race. It plays a sweet melody as it pounds onto the cars.

The television screen fades, light bulbs flickers a candle lit house. morning soon arrives but the worst is yet to come.The paddocks soacked to the core cows give out desperate crys.

Roads turn to rivers gloomy clouds turn to sun light.The damage has all ready been done. Now we will just have to wait

By Tiare