The sky is angry,
The clouds are swollen with rain.
It buckets and buckets.
In no time, there is a flash flood.
When I was young and ignorant,
We loved the flood that came to our thighs.
Dad made a makeshift raft with a petrol barrel.
We cheered and swam at our free swimming pool.
The fun didn't last.
When the water recedes,
along came the dead dogs and cats
and chicken, succumbed and gave up their ghost.
Then came the cleaning,
the yukky mud was no fun at all.
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