It is time I thought
\nas the rain kept falling As the water crept
\nthrough the doors of my house.
\nAs my garden slowly disappeared
\nunder a flood.
\nTime to end my journey
\nas the storm obliterated
\nthe roads and streets
\nwhere I walked.
\nTime to be quiet in the wail
\nof the wind,
\nfor people to stop their chatter,
\nfor engines to end their metallic
\ncacophony,
\ndogs their barking at strangers.<\/p>\n
But why, why, I thought
\nas the water rose
\ncovering the turmoil of the living and dead,
\nand silence replied, without expression,
\nit is time.
\nAnd as I waded through the water,
\ntrying to keep above it,
\ndrowning inch by inch,
\nI cried with grief, and anger, and fear.<\/p>\n
Then I woke,
\nthrowing off the terror of my sleep,
\nhearing the beat of rain
\non the window,
\nthe trickle of water in the gutters.
\nAnd my heart raced,
\nas the rain filled me.
\nAs it rose from my toes
\nto ceilings undreamed of
\nabove my head,
\nindifferent to the tears
\nof my catastrophe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is time I thought as the rain kept falling As the water crept through the doors of my house. As my garden slowly disappeared…<\/p>\n