By Atty. Dan Adan
When will this stop? This tempest rattling tin sheets Slamming roofs with sudden gusts Dumping rains Making rivers everywhere
Where will they sleep? Those children rescued from the floods Grandparents too weak to fend for themselves Even able-bodied men shiver Rain-soaked and cold
Even as we close our eyes
Our ears are assaulted by bangs and whams
When sudden gusts slam walls
We feel the lashing to our core
How do we sleep?
So we wait the night out
As the clock goes ever slow
What else remains after this storm?