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The Storm
by Jane E PearceOnly a drop
here and there-
no big deal-
we're used to rain,
been around forever,
so clean the kitties
from under the bed,
make cookies,
go to work,
get paid,
smile at the kids,
a big kiss for hubby,
watch the news
while the rain
begins to intrude
on complacent silence.
It'll be over soon despite
warnings we never heed
on the stupid
weather channel.
Floods, mudslides?
we're too high
to worry.
There is no danger.
The morning will bring
sun and puddles will dry,
but there is no sun- the deluge
pounds the get-aways
to pulp,we're trapped!
schools are powdered
and sprawl on the ground,
monuments sink below
the new inland sea,
the news and weather reports
are stifled,
daily papers drown in the sewers
along with the library
and it's history books,
Churches float in the torrents,
and there is no refuge offered
except at the Mosque.
08/21/2004 Posted on 08/22/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/25/04 at 02:41 AM The power of this excellent poem is only surpassed by the power of the storm itself. Nicely written, Jane.
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