The clouds have dispensed its heavy pour
Water is filling up the dining room 
Feeling soaked knee high from the wooden floor 
With the thunder sounding its deafening boom.

I witness my photographs wash away
Memories consumed by nature's aggressive wrath 
Losing the album from my wedding day 
As ink runs into the rain created bath.

I foolishly open the kitchen windows
Crashing my way to the top floor after my stupidity 
Now forced upstairs as the hallway flows 
However if I don't escape I will be engulfed by the drink surrounding me.

Then the bedroom I seek refuge in, shall be my grave.