The Storm has Come

The Storm has Come

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Seems it never rains in Southern California

Seems it is rain we have in Southern California

Seems the rain never ends in Southern California

Little Mitchie’s deep hole in the yard where he nestled

secure next to the house of those who feed him

Is now a deep ditch of rain, of water

He couldn’t suss the warnings of El Nino Godzilla

He could not run one more time in the bright sun

Knowing the deluge was bearing down

To oppress him, to constrain him, to keep him apart

from those he would sniff, eye to eye

exploding into the ecstasy of play

The Storm has come

The blue sky has turned dark

Grey then black, with flashes

crashes, warnings known to Dorothy

No basement for refuge

A brief parting of heavens, the sun shining

Mitch, let’s go, let’s frolic

Time is short

Now, the green is greener

Color, explodes in all its glory

giving joy to man and beast

The Storm will come

A storm will come

The klaxon call getting louder

deafens us to its sound

No God to curse

No God to praise

No God to beg for mercy

The long story of humanity

from beast to Solon 

A brief long slog

protected by space

isolating insane rage

So some would

always survive

Google against Babel

Gog against Magog

Dams against the Flood.

God in heaven laughs

with majestic joyous exultation

as he has become bored with his game

and will finally enjoy watching his

creatures scurry, groping for

an understanding

that He never
instilled in
them

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Al Rodbell

First week of 2016