The rain came on Saturday
but bit its stubborn teeth into the morning
of a Sunday service.
It seemed a tad ironic
to hunt for treasure
underwater.
All the people of the city
embraced their yellow coats
and the shine of it all
made the town glimmer as though
it were a sunnier afternoon.
Eventually, though,
they all packed into their cars
and headed for the hills,
for their motors soon would be
unable
to pierce the stillness of the
water.
The world grew silent as
the people watched
with awe and reverance.
A flood to change the nations.
A flood to reach the stars.
And you and I sat,
unmoving,
as the waters engulfed us.
I could think of nothing more pleasant.
