THE FLOOD

-Only the pious ones remember

That Allah is thanked in difficulty or simplicity-

The clouds gather, the sun is under cover

The lightening blinks to blind

Thunder  coughs to caution.

And the drought cries away.

‘Rain! Rain’   sing the children

Unaware of their mothers’ joy.

‘Rain Rain’ they dance

As if it has become their  toy.

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                  I

                        N

The innocent ceremony is short-lived.

There are rivers without banks

 The tide is wavy –curly.

‘Water! Water’    they cry

Their mothers try; the lucky ones die.

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                    O

                                     O

                  D

The fathers fly in and out of the houses,

Packing items to save;

Yet packing to eventually give.

Fear falls on all

Floods frying and prying.

Nostalgia settles on the entire land;

Oh sweet drrrrrought!

© ABDULGHANI SHEIKH HASSAN