After the flood Silt and mud Low-lying households Virtually ruined Pity the sadness Feel for their pain Hoping for some drought time Instead of all this rain The river is rushing Tearing towards the sea Flotsam a soup Trees torn free The waters have settled Subsiding like the tide Build the defences Or is it too late The horses have bolted Right over the gate Is it global warming Or the cycle that comes Once in a while The weather gets rough No compensation For the destruction in sight Spiteful world climate Or was it simply their turn When I see such saturation The rain sodden lands I wonder about helping Or if I even can We are all dry here Up on the hill Drown in a puddle I don't think I will AGL