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This is a poem that I wrote a few years ago for another rain storm in June. I thought it was appropriate to our discussions of Hurricane Agnes and the flood of 1972. It is all about nature’s power. Sometime we think that our modern society is immune to what nature can do to us. Now and then we get a reminder.
The Flood of 1972 wasn’t the first disaster and it won’t be the last. I would suggest that everyone be a little prepared for the next one. Keep extra canned food available and bottles of water. Have fresh batteries for flashlights and portable radios. It is also good to have at least one flashlight that gets power from a hand crank. Have a first aid kit and have a mobile version of all of these things in a backpack that can be grabbed in an emergency.
They’re just some ideas. People that lived through a disaster know how quickly everything that we take for granted can be gone. Mother Nature doesn’t play. Now here’s the poem.
A Gray Day
If there was ever a day
that deserved to be gray;
it was that Monday at the end of June.
For it rained and it rained,
and it rained and it rained;
till we thought it was a monsoon.
The roads were all blocked,
and the commuters were shocked;
this had never happened before.
It was six inches of rain;
through the weekend it came,
flooding the roads by the score.
We watched with concern
as other people in turn,
felt the power of nature’s wrath.
We were smug cause it seemed,
with technology supreme;
that nature would not cross our path.
It was not a named storm
that Mother Nature did form,
to give us a gentle reminder.
It was not hard at all,
she just let the rain fall,
and she washed all our smugness behind her.