…say the skies turn black and everyone we know turn their backs.
As the rain crashes down to the sideways,
the ones who promised they’d love us walked away in disdain.
Say the puddles drown the streets and all that’s left are
the shoes on our feet,
soaking in ice cold desperation and we
can’t find our way back to salvation.

Say that rain makes it up to our waists,
bringing horror to our face when we realize
that we’ll have to swim to stay alive.
Knowing that the town is now in the
midst of a drown-out,
we paddle and paddle until we reach solid ground.

Say it doesn’t exist.
Say that we lose all fearlessness.
Say we panic as the water rises to our necks,
our legs cramp and we have no love left to grasp.

Say our immersed bodies now have
lost any sign of hope and all that’s left
is for us to say goodbye.
If we’re underwater, would we still cry?
If we did, would our teardrops carry the water over
to another city and drown out the next town?

Hypothetically speaking-
let’s just say the storm demolished us this way.
Who then? Who then would we blame?