The Flood

 

The Flood
By Cindy Jewkes
The window fills with muddy wet
so fast, we can’t make a gain.
We’re fish in an aquarium
during the sudden summer rain.
My feet go on a polar plunge,
bullets of ice on skin leave pain.
Must guide the flood away from home
during the sudden summer rain.
There’s a splash pad on my carpet,
my kids’ room is a marshy plain.
A cheeky stream runs through the hall
after the sudden summer rain.
Towels soaked, muscles aching,
shop vac groaning from the strain.
Someday we may recover
from the sudden summer rain.