After four hours of very heavy rain with continuous thunder and lightning, we received 10.3 inches in our 10 mile by 10 mile (100 square miles) neighborhood of Houston. The entire city of over 2 million people received street flooding with, perhaps, thousands of cars flooded in the streets. We were high and dry, but many, perhaps more than the 4000 homes estimated, got water in them from the street flooding or the more devastating, bayous (concrete ditches) over their banks and into the neighborhoods. Fortunately, only eight people lost their lives, primarily by driving into high water in the middle of the night.
My street flooding a block east of my house. The water was much higher at 2 am 5/26/15 that morning and disappeared by 9 am. No houses were flooded, but cars in the street were.
Only those who experience it , will understand it better. Every rainy season we expect something to happen as the rains get continuous, people prepared for the worst outcome. jk
A remarkable feature of rain is that it falls on good and bad people alike, meaning it ensures our survival. One thing that amazes me about rivers is the never ending flow. Where does all the water come from that ensures this perpetual flow? For example, the Nile, in a land whose history we have access to through ancient manuscripts dating thousands of years, continually flows. The river is mentioned in those manuscripts yet here we are thousands of years later and the river still flows just as powerfully as it did then. The river where I come from has occluded somewhat not because the river flow has diminished but because of land development pushing both sides of the riverbanks closer. If anything this has made the river deeper. There has to be a song somewhere about eternal river flow surely.
I am glad that you were able to avoid the destructive effects of this storm, Ron. Your poem reminds us of the power of nature. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace,
For awhile it might be a bad time to buy used cars...who knows where they will be shipped from...NJ just got another deluge too, not to the order of what is happening down your way, but nonetheless we had heavy rain for the past two days, but fortunately it has had places to run off or seep into the ground, at least our grass will be well watered and green...glad you didn't float away, for awhile longer just keep it at bay as it won't be long before the heat will be your enemy, or so the weather people say...-e-
Yes, Nature has its cycles, but very few learn to ride them. Therefore, the death toll is a permanent fixture. Madre Natura always wins.
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Reviewed on June 1, 2015
And the weather keeps on changing from year to year...California has had a drought for 7 years. The glaciers are melting, so many inches a year or an inch or so within a year. You know what I mean, man messes with mother nature and mother nature messes with us...
I am glad you built your poem on better than shifting sands. I could smell the filthy water and the mud left behind, evocative is imagery here, and serenely begun...Then whoosh the rains came and washed it all away!
Your "Flood" is so full of emotions of real involvement in the tragedy and destruction. I congratulate you on your poem and the ability to pursue your talent so relentlessly. You put me to shame. I hope I will be less lenient with my "I'll write tomorrow" excuses from now on.
The flooding is tragic. Humans need to find a better way to adapt to weather in order to minimize the lose. Asphalt and concrete are just not permeable. As long as our population keeps growing, weather will keep wreaking havoc. It's not the first time over the past couple of billion years flooding caused death and won't be the last. The entire Universe is a gigantic recycling program.
Ah! Ron...sorry to hear about the flood...so close to your comfort...and the theme of your poem that created the picture of destruction and misery...giving your reader a better understanding and a clear picture of what has happened on the day of a very heavy rain...arousing in our minds the feeling of sympathy...reading your poem...created by the observer of the event...we can clearly see what's going on around the place...and poems words sum up your feelings...views of the flood...coming without consideration...without "thinking"...causing a terrible devastation..."mindless"...your neighbourhood occupied by floating objects lying around with no order...Thanks for sharing your experience...Hope "things" improve soon.
I live on an island with the ocean around me. I believe one great storm may one day do us in. Sorry for the folks who are living through it today. My prayers go out to the Lord to give them help and new shelter.
On July 4, 1969, here in Wayne Co. where we live, it started to rain at about 9 pm. It continued to rain and storm for over 13 hours, with over 10 inches of rainfall. There wasn't a portion of Wayne Co. or the adjacent Holmes Co. That wasn't affected. 22 people lost their lives, including 2 police officers who died trying to rescue others. The damage was extreme. Whole sections of roads were washed away. The high water marks are still painted on the buildings in the Wayne Co. Fairgrounds. It was something I'll never forget. Your poem brought back many memories, and is a reminder of the power and fury of nature.
Well done.
A very good poem concerning mother nature and her cycles. What makes people get into their cars in the middle of the night and drive over flooded streets? Nope. That ain't me . . .
More than a word to the wise, a reminder of weather's delicate balance, you know, that aspect of existence so many "choose" to deny that their consumptive nature is contributing to, opting instead to follow the corrupt Pied Pipers who line their pockets with the residual wealth that always accompanies political pandering to some base that lives out their ignorance in sublime WTF suprises.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Happy to know you are safe. A masterful piece
with creative expression.
Lady Mary Ann
Very well done.
Regis
Always,
Deborah
Rockie Coppolella
Well done.
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane