Sultry days made it quite clear
That thunder was not far away
And dramatic storms soon came our way.
For a country «blessed» with so much rain
The drainage systems take the strain
Storm basins built at great expense
Should absorb these sudden flows intense.
Sometimes we get predictions wrong
And a whopper cloudburst comes along
The boggy ground just cannot cope
And water hurtles down the slope.
Debris-ridden, muddy loads
Sweep parked cars right off the roads
Ground floor shops lose all their stock
And clean-ups take place round the clock.
Frustration - anger – mental strain
We put in an insurance claim
Only to be told point blank
There'll be no money in our bank!
What purpose do these premiums serve?
I wonder how they have the nerve
To charge when they will not pay out?
That «act of God» clause lets them out!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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