294 - The rain falls down from skies as dark as night

The rain falls down from skies as dark as night,
Turning the streets into muddy rivers
In which hippo-cars desperately fight
To scramble out and save their soul drivers.
Brown overflowing streams, the receivers
Of driftwood and branches, branch out all ways
Across the fields and houses, now givers,
Depositing in playgrounds and hallways.
The ground beneath the bridges and railways
Is saturated sponge, where failure might
Swallow a train, separating livers
From their angelic lovers for always.
I fear these freaky flash floods are now quite
A frequent fruit of mass misbehaviours.
Mon 25 June 2007