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Relentless Rains, Waters Rising, a Poem

David writes a poem here about the difficulties that old age can present to people and those who care for them.

Heavy rains fell, water invaded our home

Quite a few years ago, at least more than 7 years, we experienced some floodwaters entering the place we were living in at the time. It was what we in South Africa call a garden cottage or flat which is a dwelling place normally situated on someones property next to or behind the main house.

The cottage had some structural problems in that rainwater leaked through the flat roof at times and once when it rained heavily for a few days, water entered the front entrance causing some upheaval in our lives. Mild damage to several items inside occurred - I put down a poem recently about this unfortunate experience.

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Relentless Rains, Waters Rising

Some rain at last

in the little cottage they sat

enjoying the falling water

as it poured down from dark skies above


All was good until later

they saw some dampness

slyly seeping through the ceiling

then it came dripping down

into their lives


Furniture, an old hi-fi, a microwave

moved out of harms way

the lounge it looked a sight

with things all out of place


Before too long

water rose in the front garden

until it sat at swirling

against the glass sliding door

he put sandbags outside

to try stem the rising flow


On it rained, a constant downpour

the water soon seeped silently

under the big glass door

into their homely lounge

running over tiled floor

small carpets soon moved

out of harms way


Alarm bells in their heads went off

things were getting out of hand

The rain it wouldn't let up


He went outside

to dig a trench

hoping to get

the waters to flow

away from their dwelling


Alas, this did not work

and the level continued

to rise inside

lounge and kitchen

now filled to ankle deep


Time was passing

soon it was the dark of night

their next bright idea was

to vacuum the water

yes, they had a machine

that could do just that

small as it was


Late into the night they worked

sucking up some small amount

of water at a time

which was hurled out

the back door

soon a dogged-like routine set in


His body ached

it was 3 am

he couldn't go on

any more

and retired to bed

worrying the cold substance

might come sneaking

into the bedroom


A night of short, disturbed sleep

getting up every so often

to check the level

good fortune – the water it kept at bay

and the next day

the rain it stopped


Mopping up operations ensued

to clear the residue of water

the place, it looked a mess

some damage to furniture

damp cloths and newspaper

all strewn about


Their first-time flood at home

the last they hoped

in due course

they moved

to higher

ground


In their new abode

it could rain all day and night

and hardly a drop of water

would invade their space


Their new home

safer than the last

thankfully

they could put that

meddlesome misfortune

in the far distant past.

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Note

Soon after moving to new accommodation which is more like an apartment, funnily enough it rained heavily again and the city flooded but we weren't affected at all.

© 2018 David Edward Lynch

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