It Isn'T Over Yet Poem by lars haris

the wind was slow, and the rain was down
soon the water flow, begun to decline
graces laid low, the sun was up and shiny
the water moved though, begun in mountains
it had to crow, to pass through stones
then peoples made glow, to challenge the rain
all that they knew, the storm was gone
however they saw, it made destruction
then the rain bow, vivid in northern
its color and style, surprised the children
in a mean while, the city was done
the big beautiful, turned into millions
no house at all, all were ruined
no plants even small, all were drawn
the place had changed, from what it had been
what was observed, none had seen
it was big crisis, they didn't want to happen
it wasn't like this, when it begun
soon they noticed, it is going to happen again