The Deluge Poem by Javeria Aslam

An eldritch nightmare for its knower;
A tradegy of abrasion for its sufferer by the Bestower.

A day, so beautiful, when the drops of rain descend;
With the kiddiewinks relishing, and the high spirits they attend.

All and sundry, into exhilaration and gratification;
In a flash, the drops of rain cascade, erecting a horrendous configuration.

The chortlings, guffaws and all exhilaration;
Replaced by grisly wails, ululations and solely trepidation.

The beloved water to be seen as a behemoth too vile;
Decimating the houses, the clothes, the rooftops and every single smile.

The vicissitude filled with dolour, even after the sky goes dry;
Covering the earth with the sea of chagrin and the world's flustered cry.

Oh thou, thy pacific water turned into a fumingly livid flood;
What wrong did thee, that made water a behemoth, ask thy blood.

The winsome and calmest of chums can be thy foe;
Just like rain water changing into the ferocious flood show.

Seek reprievement and purgation, from the Divine God;
Beseech with humility, the rainy water to reconcile and return to the sky of thy Lord!