It is my only hope.

It is my only hope.

After the rain

There is chaos

Sodden earth moves

Treacherously underfoot

Inducing a deep depression

Which is more than

A hole in the ground

Lives change

Not all for the better

Foundations falter

Buildings teeter

Trees green with

Something more than envy

Fall through rooftops

The earthbound

Are always jealous

Of birds

Free to fly away

Escaping the torrent

Tearing through

Ancient woodland

Topsoil erosion

Sliding through front rooms

Better served by pot plants

As a centrepiece

Than a Rosebush

Flower arrangement

The street is a slag heap

Of broken pavements

And upturned cars

Litter taken home

Is not a joyride

Slurry is in no hurry

To leave

At low tide

Standing water

Is more than an eyesore

A public danger

Is no stranger

To the flood

Nip it in the bud

It makes perfect sense

To prepare

A flood defence

When it is not raining

Only the foolish,

Criminal opportunists

And incompetent

Politicians wait.