The rain that once fell so softly,
over visitors drinking their afternoon coffee,
over a town so picturesquely beautiful,
over life that went on as usual,
has turned land to ruin and spread disaster
ravaging paradise just like a cancer.
The rain that once fell to feed our fields
has flooded the banks, rushed down our streets
a blessing gone bad now massive grief!
As water steals everything, a deadly thief!
We bow under burdens of lost life and home
and cry for salvation, bring out the sun!
The rain that once fell so softly here
has flooded our lands, made them disappear
beneath brown water and muddy sludge
like punishment from a revengeful God!
The costs – enormous – will be a strain on us all
but please, first, please make the rain stop its fall!
The recent disastrous floods hitting the Balkan countries have been all over the European media in the past few days… This horrible event was my inspiration, and I’m linking this with Poetry Jam: Rain and Three Word Wednesday where the words of 3WW CCCLXIX are ruin, massive and strain.