The flood

The flood was more than the rain coming down and lifting the rivers.

More than the breached levies.

More than taking our belongings, ruining our crops, destroying our clean water supply.

It is a destroyer of income, family, entire communities.

It is an unending drumming of wetness, mud and putrid smells. The bringer of death and destruction.

As the water recedes the clean-up will begin.

No help will come. We will struggle through it as best as we can.

Invisible beneath the masses of suffering around us.

I don’t want the world’s pity, I need someone here, beside me, helping.

Written by Rodney Goodall

Owner of NibbleReads.

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