Tropical Storm Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

No it wasn't what I thought.
No angel tears came down
from heaven, no other liquids
from that forsaken place,
where devils live and fry.
A storm had flooded
all houses in my street
and drops fell onto sleepers
seemingly from heaven.
And all were glad about
the current lack of interest
from those above, for now.
It's good to keep your mouth
and ears as well as eyes
completely shut, while resting
under covers. In a deluge.