The Flood at Our Door
By Darmok
The Flood at Our Door by Darmok ~*~ We gave up praying eons ago, nothing ever stops the devastation and flow. The rains have always come, to our doors and sheltered beds, seeking entry, reaching deep... to steal away, the children fast asleep. ~*~*~ Born in the dark hungry, the rain is hungrier, and so we've learned to watch for the signs and we listen. The scouts climb trees taller than a thousand of us laid end to end. They climb and watch as the seasons change, creating a column reaching upward and back, to carry the news from heavens gate, of when the rains will come..... beating, chasing, drowning the surface with hate. ~*~*~ With enough warning we seal ourselves in, sometimes leaving some of us outside to repair the failing walls and to seal the holes created by the pounding rains. They fight until they can do no more and then succumb unto the flood at our door. ~*~'@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### '@### Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 09:16 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 10
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