Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Flood

I am new 
every time you see me.
I spread my wings
Lazy bird, me. 
I will find a crack
in the floor
and come visit you.
You will notice 
your ceiling sweating.
You will feel
something cool
on your face.
Then - surprise, surprise.
You'll never know 
what hit you
when I take over.

It is Day 17 in NaPoWriMo and, once again, I didn't use a prompt. Unless we count the rain as the prompt. Which it was for this poem. We were planning to travel to our country house tomorrow, but it keeps raining. And it is so cold. We might travel on Saturday if it gets any better. I am not happy about this. And I hope we don't have a rainy Easter. 

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