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When nature decides to take revenge we can do nothing but pray. |
Vast skies, the tiny drop’s soul now ascending Dying, to heaven helplessly heading On the ground,its corps, dried, into vapour turning. Hard-hearted heat, its skin mercilessly still biting. A condoling cloud the driblet’s life saving Caring,on its back with compassion carrying Fleshier, stouter ,stronger everyday growing Looking down revenge on earthlings swearing. The driblet, now a monstrous Armada proudly admiring Ruthless mercenaries from all lands continuously levying A rumbing cloud to the battlefield majestically riding Over the village endlessly roaming, the enemy feverishly skulking. Thick icy mist from above came down swirling To their nests alarmed birds hurriedly sending Silence the defenceless, scared village invading Dribs in thundering rage down their whole selves hurling Roads, paths, streams every means taking To the big river in floods ,All hankering There, the driblet its pongos eagerly waiting A demonic, resentful revenge that night caballing Into a cruel monster, the river now swelling Silently around the village sneaking Leaves in trees rustling, doors suddenly creaking The bugle then reached the villager’s hearing Dayspring, cadaverous,pale faces in icy waters wading. Behind , carrion, felled homes leaving. Cherubs in shivering, sapless hands carrying. Warmth, a dry offered hand seeking. |