I walk in the rains <br /> <br />Feeling the day's tension cool <br /> <br />And the wind blows, <br /> <br />The tree branches sway <br /> <br />As the birds hold on tight, hanging and dancing <br /> <br />In the noise of the storm <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Drenched, soaked through and through <br /> <br />Clothes weigh a ton due to rainwater <br /> <br />I trudge in the mud <br /> <br />Taking another step <br /> <br />To another time in a shelter <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It is said that rain is a blessing <br /> <br />Water is the oil of life <br /> <br />In the storm I see uprooted tree logs <br /> <br />Floating mass of confusion and desperation <br /> <br />And a dog struggling to break to the surface <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The storm water rises <br /> <br />From my feet it touches my hips <br /> <br />And then my tummy and neck are submerged <br /> <br />The raging waters scream in threat <br /> <br />As the water caresses my neck <br /> <br />I see a dead child floating down the river<br /><br />Major Elazia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/floating-down-the-river-2/
