By Michelle Garren Flye
Remember the year it rained so much
Water stood in every crevice and cranny.
The sky was never blue, just gray.
Like concrete, like it stopped us there.
Then we saw the rainbow and blue sky
And we thought the storm was over.
But it was just a little bit of calm.
And then the real storm started.
First the concrete sky came back
And then it began to move and boil
And rain and wind lashed us until
We cowered inside and watched.
The puddles grew bigger and fatter,
Eating everything they touched
Like some sort of dime movie monster
Until everything was drowned in them.
And then the rain stopped finally,
And we waited to discover
If anything had survived the storm.