Poem -
Water Storm

Filling up the pavements grey.
Flinging water at it's prey.
Coming from the darkened air.
Leaving nothing else to spare.
Struggle to keep the water out.
Many dead without a doubt.
After weeks all is gone.
Nothing left when reaches dawn.
All that had been achieved,
is now gone or diseased.
The place where we lived in theΒ universe,Β
has been destroyed by an almighty curse.

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