So dry, it seemed like nothing green
Would show at all that
The clay-like earth had cracked, in fact,
And even weeds had
Brooks and creeks had but dried up,
Rivers, at their lowest
Frogs and toads had gone elsewhere,
And fewer birds flew
Men mopped their brows, and ladies fanned,
fretted through the night,
Too hot, too dry, no moving air,
No relief, it
seemed, in sight.
Water then was rationed-out,
Distributed in equal
Humans, animals, and plants
Received what was determined
Not too little, not too much,
No one got enough to
But in situations such as this,
Selfish people plan and
"More for me - for me and mine,
And the devil take the
Man sometimes is so unkind,
And so greedy in his quests.
Neighbors argued - so did friends,
And thievery was
Family members had disputes.
And indeed became combatants.
One night a man was shot
Over just a drink of water,
on that night, the pressure dropped
In the weatherman's barometer.
The next morning when folks awoke,
A rumbling from the
And even though the skies were bright,
The air held the
smell of rain.
Ever so slowly dark clouds appeared,
And big thunderheads
The night's stillness became a breeze,
And soon that breeze
became a wind.
The skies turned black, and lightening cracked,
atmosphere cried STORM!
Trees raised their branches to receive,
that was cloud-born.
With no encouragement at all,
The heavens just let
The sky was truly falling,
Not pretend, like Mother Goose.
The rain came down in torrents,
Like broken water spigots,
One could not shut off at
At first thirsty, happy people
But when the rain kept pouring down,
They changed their
All that day and through the night,
And through the next
The rain continued on and on,
No one knowing what to do.
For the next two weeks, it did not cease,
Streets flooded -
schools were closed,
Transformers blew and power stopped,
inside - were indisposed.
Water reservoirs filled swiftly,
The ground absorbed all it
The excess emptied into rivers,
And shortly levees
The water seeped through doorways,
Into people's living
Rising higher - ever higher,
Bringing fear of watery tombs.
Forced to second story levels,
Folks clung tightly to their
Houses floated down the river,
Undermined and broken loose.
Mothers hugged their babies snugly,
And boys held fast
A world gone mad in wild waters,
People begging help from
Then folks in boats, with tows and ropes,
Began to help
Something about impending death,
Made them aware of one
If one man kept a second man
From sinking 'neath the
And the second man helped a third man,
Then perhaps a fourth was
And so it went. Nobody drowned,
And many hands were
Old friends united - new ones found,
Then the rain slowed down at
Next, as if by miracle,
On the fifteenth day, it
The good Lord, with Lordly wisdom,
Had turned the water
Man and land were both restored,
And spirits were
God could not stand man's way with man,
So He had to teach him
what to do.
Scant or plenty - flood or drought,
Man must help his
And there is no good excuse
For "man's inhumanity to
"Tough love," today they'd call it,
But what choice did God
There was need to show His children,
What happens when they're
When they began to help each other
to properly behave,
Was when God showed that He still loved them,
And by His grace, He then forgave.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2002 ~ Revise 2006