Sweet dreams dear friend at day’s close
Gently drift away into deep repose
The day’s last shadow shyly wanes
and Darkness blankets window panes

Sweet smells of her fresh breeze
scatter like butterflies in the trees
But scudding impatiently across the sky
Dark clouds announce a storm is nigh

A racing spark ignites, a rumbling boom
sends a crashing echo across your room
Soon the sound of tentative hooves
are prancing lightly on the roof

More bright flashes speed their way
like errant rockets on New Year’s Day
And down upon the glistening streets
Raindrops march to an incessant beat

Soon these watery ranks begin to swell
armies of puddles grow where they fell
the silent bugle call sounds a charge
to rush the human barricades en masse

Over and onward they start to spill
gathering speed in the rush downhill
urged along by the growing tide
of comrades joining in on every side

Arcs of light brightly pulsing
reveal the gurgling hordes advancing
hapless bystanders churned into mud
join waves cresting in the flood

Car alarms scream a plaintive wail
for drivers marooned as metal fails
but there will be no swift respite
from the conquering mob unleashed tonight

Pushing forward ever faster
they drive fear in human masters
who retreat back to their hills
of vain constructs from sand and steel

The battle cries soar higher still
and perch victoriously on window sills
and when you rise at midnight’s chime
you view the ruins of man’s design

Arrogant twin towers and garish streets
now cower dark and despairing in defeat
The ghosts of hewn forests now emerge
and dance on your vanquished ego on the verge

But Noah’s lesson comes too late
Greed and exploitation have sealed your fate
As your false ambitions flounder and drown
Mother Nature finally regains her crown

 

 

 

 

First draft, May 2016
Inspired by reports of a flash flood in Kuala Lumpur in May, 2016, and a friend’s luxury condominium perched on Bukit Bangsar in that same city.