The flood

We  had severe flooding here in Alberta a week ago. When things subsided I was inspired to write this small piece.

The Flood

The birds watched silently from their sheltered lofty perch wondering what on earth.

The swollen rivers and peaceful creeks burst their banks everything clutched in their unmerciful grasp.

The water rapidly approached drowning out the screaming trees.

The water ripped trees out by the roots.

Raging water swirled moving rapidly and savagely showing no mercy.

The raging water was in a hurry.

Dark, purple clouds loomed overhead.

The landscape was rapidly changing.

The rushing water advanced destroying everything in its path.

Animals stampeded up the hillside.

The roaring water lapped at their heels.

The terrified animals raced along desperately trying to stay in the lead.

Suddenly the air was filled with birds flying to safety leaving behind nests and young ones.

A herd of horses watched from a hillside.

The surrounding grass land became a murky sea.

Some pawed playfully at the water while others grazed nearby.

They were surrounded by threatening water totally isolated.

A flock of ducks swam around debris looking for dry land as their heads bobbed up and down.

The cries of baby animals were unheard over the thunder of the water and lashing rain.

Suddenly the rain subsided.

A rainbow appeared promising a better day.

The water retreated leaving a big mess.

A new day had begun.


About mhembroff

I am a graduate student from Ashworth college. I am an artist and belong to a local art club. I am a member of The Writers Guild of Alberta, fighting book worm in the write4kids cbic clubhouse and member of The SCBWI and attend local workshops whenever I can.
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