Storm clouds blew in, the sky turned black,

The lightning struck, the thunder clapped.

    The heavens opened, down came the rain,

    And our lives will never be the same.

Rain  filled the dykes, it filled the streams,

It washed the streets and pavements clean.

    With thieving stealth it crept up walls,

     Then under doors and into halls.

This flooding water had no care –

It ran through rooms and up the stairs.

    “Help!  Oh help!” the people cried –

     Lots were saved but five folk died.

Now two weeks on, what’s to be done –

When you see your only home has gone?

      Don’t pitch your tent there in that park!

     Get cracking now.  Let's build an ark.

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