when the water rose

when the floods came
what was there to do
but grab
what we could.
the children, the cat,
the dog, we
let the birds
fly to where ever
they wanted to.
the cow went to the roof.
we stuffed
a phone, some papers,
photo albums,
clothes into a suitcase,
the rest can go down,
go under.
we let the water rise
then boarder our small
boat and set sail
for drier land.
we watched
as we rowed away
as everything we owned slipped
into the sea,
the new sea where only
fish were safe
from drowning.
there was no bargaining
with God for it seemed
He wanted this rain
to come down.