Flood!

The storm grew,

life held its breath
as rain drops teased
the parched earth.

Its black heart doused the moon
and snuffed out the stars,
hiding true intent.

With all disarmed,
and sleeping quiet
in trust,
it struck.

Rain the devil knew
swept the moor,
slaking thirsty streams
and needy land;

until the hills wept
and their tears
filled the town.

In daylight's glare
it fled the coward's path,

three lives lost
and frightened souls
displaced
and in its wake. . .

despair.