Up the hill,
safe on a concrete path.
But the rain continues &
I almost lose my footing
in a flash flood.

You arrive for dinner
through swirling
angry water. 

On the roof, after desert,
we watch the flood waters rise.
Safe here - the highest point in Newtown.

On the latest news report
we hear that the bridge is out.
You may have to stay here for days. 

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