After The Rains

After The Rains

 After the seven days rains
The waters receded;
Leaving the mud and slides
To be cleaned up;
The broken twigs and branches
Littered the streets, the creeks
That turned to rivers
And the pools that turned
Into awesome lakes now gone,
Like a battle field
Strewn with dead bodies
piled up like dead woods
Waiting to be buried;
Reeking with the smell of decay
It is sweet to find
The sunshine shining
After the rains as the grey skies
Turned into blue and again
We can greet everybody
A Merry Christmas to you.

Al P. Garcia
December 23, 2010