When the Rains Came

First the frightening dark clouds rolled in
darkening what had been everyday blue skies.
They looked like massive avenging monsters,
They looked like an apocalypse had arrived.
Then the heavy rains pounded the planet
night and day night and day night and day.
Buildings and houses began to leak and leak and leak.
Floatable things not tied down floated away.
The streets became raging rivers
with dead bodies floating and sinking in
them like schools of bloated fish.
It rained so much cars became inoperable
Houses and mansions became submerged.
It rained so much people who didn’t have,
or couldn’t get on, boats died in the rising waters.
Helicopters and airplanes flew above it all for awhile
until they ran out of fuel and plunged into the waters.
And the whole world became a sea of the dead.

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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