The sun was really scorching.
We all started sweating.
Even the earth was scorching.
And the Lord pitied us.
Soft rain fell.
The ground began smelling.
The odor of moist soil
So refreshing for my nose.
Nature has taken its course.
Birds began singing.
Frogs sang in pools of water.
People became happier.
Some danced.
Some sinned.
They killed one another.
Without compassion.
The Lord wasn't pleased with the sinners.
Soft rain turned to severe downpour.
It all culminated in a powerful storm.
Our homes were devastated.
The storm continued.
Even the innocents died.
The Lord took them to rest.
After weeks of heavy rains.
The storms stopped.
Some of us have survived.
Yet there is no peace within our hearts.
Our loved ones are no longer with us.
We just pray to the Lord for mercy.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
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