Water, thy had done a slaughter

The running stream, like silent dream,
was ever fantasizing.

The drops of rain, like silent pain,
were always tantalizing.

The gift of God, a forceful nod,
no soul were anticipating.

The rains were high, then pains and sighs,
the water level rising.

The winds flew fast, like a softer blast,
the dams were overflowing.

The days were wet, the nights were wet,
the ground was seldom showing.

The people strive, trying to survive.
like a graveyard was floating.

Corpses here, and bodies there,
the scene was traumatizing.

The helpless cried, the needy died,
and homeless people mourning.

Mom and dad were never sad,
till they saw their dead son floating.

Brother, sister, son and daughter,
the families were shrinking.

oh lovely rain, your gushing stream
had done a deadly slaughter.