Somewhere in a city surrounded by a body of water, Inside a room filled with beams of light A soft wind blows through a blanket of silence, Swaying the curtains and lifting the calendars Hung on the wall of beautiful paintings. Outside, flashes of lighning collude with the rumbles of thunder, As beads of rain fall from the sky, rolling into tunnels. Somewhere in the room, a young boy buried In the fascinating lines of a storybook, Learns of the flood and the Noah's catastrophe. He looks up, pondering on the secrets in water, On the torrents of mystery between the earth and the heavens Each time dark cloud covers the blue sky And the air becomes wet with droplets of rainwater. #First appeared in The Rising Phoenix review #