The Flood

There she sits alone by the window sill
Only a thin cloth separating her
From nothing else but the vigorous gusts of wind
Pounding, battering and breaking its way in
The feeling insider her is one not the same
Stillness and serenity seeps through her
And every nerve in her body stops producing fear
The rumbling of thunder starts to amplify itself more
Yet she does not try to run or take cover
Only sitting by the window sill watching the flood rise

The water escalates higher and there is nowhere to hide
Finding comfort only at her spot in the attap house
The place she used to sit and watch her father plough
But now it is not dry land her eyes capture
The fields were engulfed in nothing
But liquids that the sky above vomited
Everything accomplished before is now lost
Buried ashes of dead loved ones floated to the surface
It is like the dead conquering the living
It is like a battle never meant to be won

Effortlessly she surrenders giving away her last breath
Nothing that she could really do right now
At least her heart holds the comfort
Knowing she will soon join her family
In the heavens up above
A land of cherished memories for all
A land of challenges and difficulties
Yet it was a land where they all came out fine
Till now
So unexpectedly a drought came
So quickly a flood took over all