i heard sound from above
fluttering wings of a dove
so white almost like clouds
circling gazing at flood
a little boy aboard a boat
shivering; tattered raincoat
muddy water flow beneath houses
crickets float deprive of grasses
roads are rivers now; no trucks
rice stalks soak; hungry stomachs
why rain won't stop; a hole in sky
maybe it's way it is like your eye
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