The rain arrived; the sky was black.

The lightning struck and thunder cracked.

   Then came the sound of beating rain

   On forest, fields; on hills and plain.


The water splattered on the street.

On roofs of houses - how it beat!

   With thieving stealth it crept up walls,

   Then under doors and into halls.


Flood waters show but little care;

They cause destruction and despair.

   Their reckless force will ruin your home

   For water cares not where it roams.


The question is: What’s to be done,

When you know your home has gone?

   The answer's clear, so just you hark!

   Don't build a house!  Come build an ark.




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