By Josie Whitehead

Come, Build an Ark

The rain arrived; the sky was black.

The lightning struck and thunder cracked.

     Then came the sound of beating rain

     On forest, fields; on hills and plain.


The water splattered on the street.

On roofs of houses - how it beat!

     With thieving stealth it crept up walls,

      Then under doors and into halls.


Flood waters show but little care;

They cause destruction and despair.

     Their reckless force will ruin your home

     For water cares not where it roams.


The question is: What’s to be done,

When you know your home has gone?

      The answer's clear, so just you hark!

      Don't build a house!  Come, build an ark.

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