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I was not expecting the mud
With love every last rain drop,
I savoured the blessings.
I watched every living thing quench
pure waters,
Died grass sprout and
animals dance in excitement.

In the morning rise,
My heart sunk,
to watch collapsed houses,
washed bridges and deaths from
overwhelming floods.
With every rain drop came with mud
I was not expecting the mud.








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