The night the rains came!
The sky is dark and overcast.
The rain pours down relentlessly.
You would not think that it could last
but it continues ceaselessly
The sodden ground can hold no more.
The rivers lack capacity
and do as they have done before
The overrun their boundaries
The city streets are now waist deep
There is no halt to the down pour
The rising water slowly creep
to places they’ve not reached before.
The people flee before the flood,
seeking shelter and safety
They help each other as they should
and in the main successfully
The good news is few lives were lost.
The only one a brave P.C.
His wife and family bear the cost
although he died heroically.
It seems that nature was intent
on showing power she could wield
It was a tragic accident
The cold grey morning light revealed.
A scene of devastation.
Bridges torn down and washed away.
A natural phenomenon
or so the weather experts say/
Once in a thousand years or so.
This is no consolation
What the people want to know.
Will they get compensation?
Insurance companies have refused
cover against the risk of flood
Until the risk has been reduced.
If they will not then some one should.
For damage to their property
and prized possessions washed away.
Their only hope the powers that be
will compensate without delay.
Their ordeal isn’t over yet
more heavy rain is on the way
This is a night they won’t forget
but live in fear of a replay.
Their lives will never be the same.
A total impossibility.
The night the heavy rainfall came
deep etched into their memory.
Although the damage is repaired
Their peace of mind can never be.
They will recall how they despaired
when rain poured down relentlessly.
And there was nothing they could do.
But flee before the angry flood.
Which seemed determined to pursue
and do what damage that it could.
As if it fully understood
this was its only chance to show.
Nature in destructive mood
for a thousand years or so.
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November Rain
November rain washed away my guilt
November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain
Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
November rain- slowly I faded.
November rain- I cried within
Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring
November rain, watered my skin
And deep inside, I heard my roaring.
November rain, it refused to quit
November rain kept on pouring
And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.
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Sun Shine
It is pleasant to experience cold
Possible when you run in rain and feel the world
So cool around and peace in mind
Run around in happiness and just go blind
It is incessant rain then little troublesome
Heavy damage and may cause problems to some
Darkness in day time and whole sky is fully overcast
It is felt night in day time and looks contrast
The sun is covered by dark clouds
Static with movement and clashes so loud
Down pour of heavy water with no respite
One may sit at home and quietly does the nail bite
Sun is eclipsed and no rays can penetrate
Lots of anxiety and excitement generate
It is expected for sun to come out in open
There is fresh attack from black clouds all of sudden
But this sage not to remain permanent
There is heavy attempt by sun to make movement
Little break through weak defense and emergence of ray
As if someone is trying his best to show the way
What can be turned into beautiful scene?
Rainbow is in offing and beautifully seen
What a lovely present from nature at this juncture?
Little hope and encouragement for the bright future
One can make great efforts to break through
Nothing is impossible and can be proved true
Only whole hearted try with no big expectation
I feel it is quite reasonable to pick the indication
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The Storm
The tall trees angrily toss their heads.
Many leaves, they rapidly now shed.
The boughs of the trees sway and creak and groan
In the strong wind, as it continues to loudly moan.
Twigs and branches lie broken on the ground.
Fruit, berries and seeds are also now downed.
The wind continues to lose all control and roar,
Leaving folk wondering what damage is in store.
Everyone’s hair is looking completely windswept.
Today, nobody’s normally tidy hair is smartly kept.
The sound of the wind rushes past my ears,
Making other sounds quite difficult to hear.
Many bridges are closed to high-sided trucks,
In case, into the river below, they are sucked.
Rain water collecting in roof guttering now overflows;
Cascading down to the already sodden ground below.
Along the coastline, massive waves pound the sea wall,
Roaring like a mighty lion, as they angrily rise and fall.
The waves are crested with white frothy foam,
And threaten to engulf nearby seafront homes.
In some places, fallen trees are blocking roads;
Any approaching traffic is now abruptly slowed.
Some railway lines, to, are blocked by fallen trees;
Commuters, who are in a rush, this does not please.
Refuse bins fall to the ground with a sudden clatter;
Pouring out their contents of largely decaying matter.
A power cut is caused by fallen electricity cables,
Which workmen will fix as soon as they are able.
Flooding some streets, the heavy rain beats down;
Almost cutting off some of the much smaller towns.
People dash through the rain: their jaws clenched,
But, however fast they run, they still get drenched.
People look far from happy and wear a frown.
They shiver, as the rain falls relentlessly down.
The raging storm causes damage far and wide,
Before it finally calms and decides to subside.
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Dismal outlook.
Dismal outlook.
The sky today is dark and grey
With storm clouds slowly gathering
I think more rain is on the way.
The outlook is not promising.
Perhaps the rain will fall as snow
May be the clouds will move away
We can but hope that they will go
A typical December day.
White Christmases appeal to some.
They did to me long years ago.
The first snow fall was most welcome.
But now I pray for it to go.
I don’t admit to being old
Though I confess I hate the cold.
Saturday,03 December 2011
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A Wet August Day In Millstreet
From Claramore the rill in flood flow brown
Through Claraghatlea a mile from Millstreet Town
And dark to gray rain clouds across the sky
Tell that more heavy showers of rain are nigh.
You know that bird to whom the voice belong
When you hear the dipper sing his scratchy song
He pipe his loudest when the flood is high
And the wet conditions he seem to enjoy.
The last thing that the farmer needs is rain
A hungry Winter for his stock again
In August only four or five days dry
And half of his hay crop rotted in July.
And yet in all of his years he has not seen
His fields in August quite so lush and green
And he can only hope for a good Fall
And that September will be drier after all.
O'er rushy fields by where the rivers meet
Perhaps a mile from the Town of Millstreet
The little lark of Humankind quite shy
Above the rain clouds carolling as he fly.
The Winter months the Duhallow farmer fear
The very wet Summer has cost him dear
And from Claramore the rill in flood flow brown
Through Claraghatlea a mile from Millstreet Town.
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The Day The Rains Came (A Fantasy)
The crack of the thunder
broke the silence of the day,
and then the rains came
and washed everything away.
Somewhere some god was angry,
and his wrath he threw our way,
on the day the rain came,
washing everything away.
The lightning slashed
the sky with a pink haze,
and the heavens opened up,
the day the rain came.
No one knew
which god was angry.
Only that the flood to end all floods
came along with the rain.
There was no shelter
from the unquiet storm.
A god was angry with someone down here.
To punish them he punished us all.
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Short term gains experimental form
A great grey/green expanse of mud.
Covered twice daily by the flood
when the high tide comes flowing in.
Where does land end and sea begin?
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
They recognise no boundary.
For they are free to come and go
between the salt marsh and the sea.
They know all that they need to know.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Here they can live quite easily
safe from most land based predators
protected by the friendly sea.
The wading birds parade in force.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
To men a bleak unfriendly place.
To wading birds a paradise
providing them with a safe base
which guarantees their food supplies.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Until men choose to interfere
and build dykes to hold back the sea.
The mud flats slowly disappear
The denizens are forced to flee.
For men adapt their habitat
so they can live more comfortably.
Though nature wins eventually
she will regain that which men claim
as theirs by waiting patiently.
She knows that she will win the game.
Though men adapt their habitat
it’s only temporarily.
The works of man though built to last
are not immune to nature’s laws.
They’re undermined and overcast
by years that slowly pass of course.
Nature restores the habitat
back to the way it used to be.
The birds return to their domain
as if they’d never been away
What man once held the birds regain
as Mother Nature gets her way.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
22-Feb-09
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My Sneaking Tears
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill;
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we:
This rain, myself, in harmony.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Rained Heavily
Last night it rained heavily
We heaved a sigh of relief happily
It was respite from hot waves
I felt it may relieve people and help to save
How many deaths due to heat?
It was all time high and record beat
Hundreds have lost lives so far
It is nature’s undeclared war
All seasons are now becoming severe
They play with human lives here
Rain, cold waves sweep across
Add to misery and cause colossal loss
The nights pose grave danger
Many may be dying out of hunger
This can be still understood
How can we think of nature being rude?
I heard big bang on window
It was as if caused by stone throw
Nights are otherwise very scary
Heavy rain and thunder adds to worry
I rushed to window and peeped outside
The sky was overcast and stretched wide
It may rain heavily as I presumed
The heat waves may die down and consumed
I listen to various noises
Many creatures come out it without any choice
They have to look towards sky with so much hope
Will have to wait and until it stops
It may shower heavily and wind may move fast
The clouds may downpour and try to fizzle out with overcast
They too need depletion to come out of heavy commitment
It is fascinating show with nice movement
As it forced me to leave window
I still preferred to stay and did not go
I had some sort of satisfaction
It was nice and pleasant indication
I loved it to stay for whole night
It was good to observe the beautiful sight
It was pleasing me from depth
But still worrying about unnatural deaths
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Stupidity Rules Here
preventable is damage
flood management control
policy guidelines needed?
the real tragedy
the really sad part
is all their homes
are flooded needlessly
if they released
water from lakes
dams properly?
before the levels gets
too high and critical
this would not happen!
days of heavy rain
are forecast early
but nothing is done!
and then suddenly
they release water when
there is absolutely
no choice!
authorities wait too late
water runs course gravity
driven flooding homes?
needlessly
tragedy
stupidity
stupidity rules here
T I I T I I T I I
This Is Indonesia!
my neighbours homes
are flooded again
knee deep in flood water!
still authorities are not learning?
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The Dogds of War for JT Earley
Devastation, desolation.
Nothing offers consolation
when the tides of war have passed.
Only our misery can last.
Though we tried to live in peace
The dogs or war had slipped their leash.
Strangers came into our land
although we didn’t understand.
They treated us as enemies
looting killing as they please.
There was nothing we could do
but run away as we tried to.
We weren’t welcome anywhere.
Always moving’s hard to bear.
We would rather be at home
instead of being forced to roam.
Once unleashed the dogs of war
no matter what they’re fighting for.
Leave only sorrow in their wake.
Death and suffering and heart ache.
Devastation, desolation
nothing for our compensation
for the way of life we lost.
The innocent must bear the cost.
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Somebody's son.
A bloated corpse floats on the flood
But who he was nobody knows.
He was intent that no one should
Removed the labels from his clothes.
Made sure he carried no I.D
He had his reasons I suppose
to choose anonymity.
I must admit it baffles me.
He’s just another suicide
another tragic incident.
He’ll never be identified.
Unless perhaps by accident
He died voluntarily
and left behind a mystery.
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Shelter For A Rainy Day
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: oh....
R: shelter on a rainy day
A: you may need me like I need you
A: I see the clouds gathing in the sky
When my worries, fill my mind
What to call us, begins to fade
I wanna be with you when its starts to rain
cause I can hide in your arms
So safe and one
With you as my protection
To help me through the storm
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
A: youve washed my tears away yeah!
Yeah yeah
A: if inside your heart, it starts to rain
Just call me up, I ease the pain
You dont even need to be alone
When the wind, begins to mour
cause whenever you may need me, like I need you
Then let me be right by your side
If love will see it through
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
On a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
R: a shelter on a rainy day
A lucky warm place, for you and I to stay
Hum, what youre thinking
No tell me no lies cause your eyes are blinking
Theres a place girl, down deep in my heart
You know the feeling, a relationship to star
I send my love without delay
cause you know I got a shelter on a rain day
A: you give me shelter
Your love has washed them all away
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
A: you give me shelter on a rainy day
On a rainy day
You are all that Im needed
When clouds are turning grey
You give me shelter
You give me shelter on a rainy day
My tears have lost they meaning
Love have washed them all away
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Heavy Rain
Heavy rain, lightning too
Heavy rain, when Im with you
Seems like a thousand years
Since we both felt free
Weve seen a million faces
All staring at you and me
But just like humphrey bogart said
Before he passed out on his bed
Heres looking at you kid
And the rocky road ahead
Heavy rain, lightning too
Heavy rain when Im with you
You know the thunder comes like a lions roar
But it leaves me now
When you walk out the door
Listen to that northern wind
Its singing a sad old song
A melody so sick and tired
Been blowing much too long
Aint it time to feel the weather change
You know its overdue
Love is gone, we cant go on
Pretending old is new
Rain down
And the daylight comes
As a sweet surprise
Heavy rain
Filling up my eyes
Heavy rain
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Heavy Weather
(michael sembello)
In the news today
Heavy weather
Oh, I can remember
The skies were so blue
That lucky old moon I promised to you
Now its gone lately
Somethings happening
I dont understand
Oh, how come decembers
Are hotter that june?
And how come the flowers
Dont know when to bloom?
Somethings wrong, people
Somethings happening
Happening where we live
The rising smoke against an endless sea of cars
As mother nature gets another senseless scar
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy weather
The rain is falling harder each day
The faces keep changing
But the problem remains
Somethings wrong, people
Right before our eyes
Weve been hypnotized
The sound of silence
Broken by the sound of war
How can we heal
If we keep opening up the sore?
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy weather
Will we ever hear the message?
Read the signs?
Stop all this talking now
Its time to save our lives
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy...
The road ahead keeps leading back again
The train were on is coming to an end
Lets open up our eyes
In the world today
Were heading for some heavy weather
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
In the news today
I guess were in for heavy weather
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Life At Obelisk
Through the flood we shall rise and float
On tenterhooks of tomorrow(s)
We shall abide beyond the gallows
Of each daybreak, ours to calculate
Life, on the gigantic obelisk we etched
As history have our joys and sorrows
On the walls of each steeple chamber
There the tale goes engraved on marbles
Embroidered on silky clothes of kings
By bare hands and simple weapons
On the jars of blood, we reached to day
Molded us people in silver and clay
We may be buried underground
Still peace may not be found
It may not look good and sound
We have to make show all-round
We shall rise from dangerous grave
Lay our lives with front very brave
Let nature’s fury take heavy toll
We shall float and make ourselves roll
History will not show and repeat
Past may not be worthy to remember and sweet
Still we will see and make it memorable
Any efforts to undermine always are deplorable
Precious lives may be lost
Relation may sour and frost
We may be buried underground
Still peace may not be found
It may not look good and sound
We have to make show all-round
We shall rise from dangerous grave
Lay our lives with front very brave
Let nature’s fury take heavy toll
We shall float and make ourselves roll
History will not show and repeat
Past may not be worthy to remember and sweet
Still we will see and make it memorable
Any efforts to undermine always are deplorable
Precious lives may be lost
Relation may sour and frost
We may bid good bye up to gallows
Sacrifices to be made and principles followed
For better tomorrow we may shed our blood
Sprits may not be washed amidst grave flood
We may swim and reach the coast
To celebrate victory with wine and toast
We shall simply not die
Not to loose sight and never to lie
Let us be out of tenterhook
Names must appear in martyr’s book
We will rewrite our own achievement
History may witness holy movement
Nation may be built on sound foundation
Brave sons of soil may find names and commendation
Each page will contain sorrows
Words may speak of bright tomorrow
Wide angles with views not narrow
Resolutions firm and aims as arrows
catrina..........hasmukh
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Paid in full for friend Leslie
Like a feathered arrow flying.
Straight and true but silently
Speeds the message of your dying
a missile you won’t hear or see.
When you chose to slay my tribesmen.
Slaughter squaws and little children
striking in the dead of night.
My people had no chance to fight.
You thought no one had survived
unaware one warrior lived.
From my totem seeking guidance
I chose to meditate by chance.
In the forest secretly
I kept my vigil faithfully.
Alerted by he dying cries
of people dying by surprise.
Cut down by killers as they slept.
I had no choice but to accept.
My totem had protected me
because my totem could foresee.
The secret plans of wicked men
Who had killed and would again.
Great Manitou had chosen me
to hunt them down relentlessly
Their punishment my sole intent
I knew I would not rest content.
Until the last of them had died
My spirit wails unsatisfied..
when the last of them has paid
the price for the part he played.
in murdering my family.
My quest will end successfully
When my arrow pierces you
a punishment long overdue.
I will give praise to Manitou
as any warrior ought to do.
20/04/2009
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There And Back Again For Jt Ellison
The river flows unhurriedly
on its long journey to the sea
Sometimes flows fast and sometimes slow.
It does not matter really though
.
All rivers will eventually
become part of the great salt sea.
From whence they came as clouds and rain
to which they must return again
The sea and Sun co operate.
Evaporate, precipitate
Recycling water constantly.
All rivers flow into the sea.
Where they evaporate and rise
as water vapour to the skies.
The chill will change its state again
from water vapour into rain.
Which falls upon the earth below
to nourish all the plants that grow
Without the rain then there would be
no rivers flowing to the sea.
The world be a desert place
of growing plants no single trace.
A world of grey and brown and dun
Defeated by the burning sun.
Although the rain can be a curse
no rain at all would be much worse.
Accepting philosophically
the rain must fall and frequently.
Though sometimes inconveniently
Without the rain where would be
Extinct I think without a doubt
I much prefer the rain to drought.
Though it may rain on your parade
and spoil the plans which you have made.
You should be thankful for the rain,
you have small reason to complain.
Nature recycles constantly.
water the prime necessity.
If she did not then we would die
Beneath a blue and cloudless sky.
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The Long Drought Is Over
The long drought is over some weather experts believe
But weather patterns the experts have been known to deceive
In parts of the Country huge flooding the weather seems strange
But then we are in the age of climate change
The ferocity of Nature cannot be denied
In flooding tragedies up country seven people have died
Their cars by the flood were swept off of the roadway
Their deaths by drowning the big news story of the day
For to combat extreme weather patterns we need more than God on our side
Nowadays Natural disasters are occuring Worldwide
In drought ravaged Lands millions of refugees
And thousands are dying of hunger and disease
The long drought is over some weather experts do say
But the moods of Nature changing every day.
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Wonky Weather
Never in my life before, can I ever remember,
Such mild weather, at the start of a November.
The grey squirrels, in the park, are still running wild,
As the weather, for this time of year, is warm and mild.
At the popular pub, a way along the seafront,
Some people sit outside, to enjoy their lunch.
Some brave souls, have rented themselves a beach hut,
While, along the shore, dog owners exercise their mutts.
Girls wear dresses, which leave their arms and legs bare;
That it’s now winter time, they don’t seem to really care.
On the crazy golf course, players are still having much fun;
All so eager to try and score that, often elusive, hole in one.
The weather in November is traditionally cold and grey,
But we’ve really enjoyed a most warm and pleasant day.
I would guess, this is all to do with global warming;
That a whole new pattern of weather is now forming.
Despite the pleasant day, it still gets dark extremely early;
Even in the daylight, I spot the moon, all white and pearly.
Over the town, a veil of darkness, slowly, begins to creep,
But, it is still too early in the day, for people to fall asleep.
But, when to the summertime, I now think back,
Of pleasant days, I recall, there being a real lack.
Our patterns of weather have now gone all weird,
But, by the weather, today, my soul felt cheered.
There was no rain today: all day, it stayed dry,
And the temperatures reached a seasonal high.
In July, I can recall one particular, rain soaked, day,
When the wild winds, almost blew me clean away.
When I was a child, the impression, which I got,
Was that summer was hot, and winter was not.
But now, the seasons have all gone rather awry,
And the weathermen now tell us a different story.
I remember early one April, not so very long ago,
I awoke in the morning, to a thick layer of snow.
This phenomenon, they refer to as ‘climate change, ’
Is, indeed, making the weather turn extremely strange.
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