After Hebrews 11:7 and Genesis 6:5-22
A soft rain
tasted by dry
ground
welcome for the
life
it promises and
brings
a little harder
now
a good rain,
solid
quenching the
dryness of the land
more rain then
wary eyes glance
toward skies
wondering,
waiting
its passing
rain unstopping
creeks rising,
rivers
shaking off
their banks
soon the running
to the fool in
the boat
finding doors
shut
gangways pulled
up
hearing the
cacophony
of animal sounds
within
clinging to the
tops of trees
water still
rising
violence
answering
violence
the first creaks
as the boat
shifts
from its
platform
the groaning and
cries
the drowning
outside
the calls, the
shouts
the cries
pleading upon
ears hurting
stop help open
please
sodden voice
begging
the boat shifts
again
breaks loose,
floats
as the rain
hardens,
skies falling
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