The rain of helplessness

It came lashing down the window sill,
Like logs of wood rolling down iron sheets
It came knocking on door steps
like destitutes, adamant
It came flooding our homes,
silently like uninvited guests,
till we were left devoid of choice.

When the rains that come and go
like saintly fakirs with stories many,
finally found a resting place
to unleash its sorrow,
we cried with it.
We cried with the fierce wind
that sings melancholy
We cried with the trees
that swayed and fell
We cried with the water
that bruised our feet
We cried with the soil beneath our feet
that was swept away.

As the water, like stormy seas
rushed into our lives,
we stood across the verandah,
in tryst with silence
As trees fell and homes collapsed,
like silent spectators,
we watched on, frozen
As lives extinguished before us
in a flicker of a moment
we lost all voice,
in a complete blackout.

We looked on at the
rain of helplessness
Silent.
Helpless.