Danger threatens.
The thunder grumbles distantly.
A storm is brewing in the hills
The rain that’s falling heavily
Will fill the streamlets and the rills
Which they in turn increase the flow
of the rivers far below
In surging torrents which increase
in power and disturb the peace.
Of riverside communities
Who fear the probabilities?
that the sudden flash floods may bring.
Oblivious to everything
Except their wild rush to the sea.
The sounds of thunder fade and die.
We see again a clear blue sky.
We can relax the worst has passed
Although the rivers still flow fast.
They’ve stayed within their boundaries.
Unlike the flash floods of the past.
Which devastated properties.
And forced inhabitants to flee.
To seek safety on higher ground.
When thunder grumbles distantly.
We see it as a warning sound.
We’ve learnt from past experience.
We can remember vividly.
What the wild waters running free.
Can do and have done previously.
Wednesday,04 January 2012
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem