Skies have cleared up,
Pollinating bees can now be seen,
But it will never cover up,
The tracks where they have been.
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Unsaid goodbyes were bade,
On that one fateful day.
When wishes were supposedly made,
Tied on bamboo trees, in the name of the Milky Way.
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And so it started,
With the assumption of ‘just another rainy day’,
I went to the city, got my errands sorted,
And simply thought, ‘oh, what a day’.
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Fully packed trains were hardly moving,
And so was the traffic on the road.
Everyone knew that the weather was unpleasing,
And was set to panic mode.
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Rivers reached their limit,
As the rain continued to pour down,
Overflowing, flooding,
As the emergency alarms started to sound.
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Landslides were happening,
Rescue helicopters and sirens could be heard,
Death tolls were rising,
Leaving our emotions and thoughts, stirred.
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Now, our water supply is cut,
And supermarkets are emptied out.
Many routes are still unsafe and disrupted,
I wonder how this will turn out.
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For all I know,
There is much to be done after the disaster,
But here I am, helplessly gazing out the window,
Hoping and praying for the best, hereafter.
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