Nature's Fury (The Deluge)

As the month of June draws near,
Summer loosens its fiery grip,
Cool blows the wind, sweeping the humid air,
And dark clouds gather in distant skies.

Sound of thunder falls in rumbling notes,
Flash of lightning sears the sky,
Soon comes the sound of falling rain,
Pitter - Patter, it falls on roofs and walls.

Rain has come after a scorching spell,
Bathing the Earth in splendid shower,
It washes the leaves in sparkling green,
And fills up every pond and well.

Fishes dance in winding streams,
Frogs croak in pools of green,
Children play with paper boats,
Puddle or pool, they hardly care.

Deep or shallow they never gauge,
In tire less cheer they splash and swim,
Elders scream at their yippee pranks,
The muddy water drives them mad!

II

As it rains for days on end,
Rivers swell and hollows fill,
Land mass slips and trees fall,
Hurricane comes and oceans rise,

Waves surf and waters roar,
Like mountains, they lash at receding shores,
Fisher men evicted from thatched huts,
Helter-skelter, they flee for life.

Lands inundate and folks marooned,
Epidemics break loose, livestock perish,
Crops fail and misery prevails,
Havoc wreaks and penury strikes.

As Nature plays her perfidious trick,
We stand aghast, unable to move or act,
Horror strikes us dazed and dead.
When the Deluge chants the dirge of dying souls!

by Valsa George

Comments (8)

Rain has come after a scorching spell and the Earth has bathed in splendid shower. A great imagery is drawn in this poem that is completely motivational. Nature plays her perfidious trick and witness this. Summer loosens its fiery grip dark clouds gather in distant skies and make rain of mercy. Through nature we feel God's grace. This is excellently penned...10
a favorite line: It washes the leaves in sparkling green, ......................one of my favorite colors! green. In tire less cheer..........i'd try tireless favorite stanza so far: Waves surf and waters roar, Like mountains, they lash at receding shores, Fisher men evicted from thatched huts, Helter-skelter, they flee for life. the Deluge: are you talkin' 'bout Noah and his clan? ? bri :)
We stand aghast, unable to move or act, Horror strikes us dazed and dead..... // The first part of the poems brings to us a picture of joy on the change of season after scorching summers while part two creates a picture of devastation and havoc wreaked by extremely stormy weather. It also reminds me of the recent destruction caused by 'Varda' in Tamil Nadu. Thanks, Valsa ji.
Nature's fury is both unpredictable and devastating! I experienced it personally in the 2005 floods in Mumbai. The experience leaves you as a insignificant being on earth. Nature's fury is a powerful write! A full score for this brilliant poem! I love all your poems, Valsa!
Yes! Nobody can stop nature. Nice piece of work.
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