hey bun, issa mud mess!

 

enough rain here five to six inches already and counting with basements filling and ditches flowing as swollen rivers carry away sheep too frightened to move to higher ground and wash out culverts which derailed a train of oil tanker cars spilling into the flooded fields and seeping downstream calling out hazmat teams and trucks hauling rocks while farmers groan at wet hay rotting crops covered with silt and black soil carried away and why must it rain another day?

 

farmers grow webbed feet

wading through muddy season

who’s building that ark?

 

 

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road wash-out next to flooded field

 


Jilly at dVerse poets encourages writers to “break the rules” with this week’s haibun. Our local weather has been unconventional too….and destructive.

rainbow colors

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photo by lynn

 

 

Red as sunrise before looming storm

Orange as gopher wood bark inside ark

Yellow as fierce eyes of boarding panthers

Green as wild foamy breakers of floodwaters

Blue as heavens after dark rainclouds clear

Indigo as robe of Noah, kneeling by altar

Violet as passion of God’s forever promise

 

I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.   (Genesis 9:13)

 


You can participate  in colours writing prompt at Ramblings of a Writer 🙂

deluge

 

Maybe God cries 

big tears of sadness

when grey skies rain,

grieving over evil in 

the world muddied by

our prideful rebellion.

 

His beloved children

deceived by the

enemy in snakeskin,

swiftly ushering in

disease and death

spoiling paradise,

stealing happiness.

 

God cries with us 

in our suffering,

pain, regret, loss.

Our Father’s tears

mingle with our own

to bring release

and comfort for our

souls’ grey sorrows.

 

Yet weather’s tears

cannot clean

the dark stains 

of hands and hearts

steeped in sin.

Only the pure blood

of His Son, our brother,

can wash all guilt away

in flood of grace.