Where are you Noah's Ark?
        The clouds have lost control
        While the sun has lost her shinning memory
        Wide rivers of blue hands grow swollen
        Changing into sudden silvery wet volcanoes overflowing madly
        into spitting violent roaming destructive mischief
        turning my home into a floating toy doll house
        unearthing us into her wild tosses
        and over adventurous swirls
        teaching some the language of bubbles
        and forcing me to take the mermaid oath to breathe under water
        The flood of 1998 swallows me into the soup of people, pets, and 
        memories