The flood
It looks like a good day
So, I’m going out to play
Sun shining bright
Suddenly dark clouds make day night
One drop of water
Falls on my shoulder
I should know now I’m older
That I can’t hold back water.
But! first I must stop
Go into the shop
To buy what I need
Before the water stamped
I think maybe I’ll get home before the down pour
Makes a lake at my door
From inside the shop
I watch the water drop
As if each drop is in a race
And wants to be the first to wet every dry place
I look to the sky
No blue can I spy
The pavement is soaked
So is my coat
I stop by the traffic lights
No road is in sight
Think I need a boat
I know it would float
Chester Road has become a new river run
Now! where is that sun
Copyright Demici @ 17 September 2023 Rosemary Sladden
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