Ark Needed

 The wind howled. Battered against all standing it the path of destruction. Trees swayed. Bent to the force of wind, and rain. Rain showed no mercy for those beneath, or the fast rising of the water. Waterlogged earth gave way. There was no power on earth to decrease the damage wrought by Mother Nature.

I prayed. “Please, Gods. Angels. Who ever is listening out there in the universe. Stop this savage attack before the world is no more. To my Guardian Angels, if you can hear me. Please protect me, and my home from disaster. Can you also protest Noelene's house. She won't be happy to return to find rubble where her home once stood.”

Not able to sleep from the noise, I climbed from my bed. Switched on the lamp. I walked the floor to peep out of rattling windows. I removed large pictures from the wall atop my bed. Didn't want to die by falling framed pictures. Had another look to check the water level, and damage. Finding a book, I read, to try to block out the continuous roaring. A least, I was ready to dash for cover if the roof disappeared.

Day became night. Hard to tell the time. Did I build an ark? The days of rain mounted. The last time an ark was needed the world changed. Not having a plan on how to build one. Not a shop open to supply the materials. What was I to do? The neighbors wouldn't have been happy with me if I did decided to construct the ark on the street. More thing would have bumped in the night with cars running slap bang into the construction.

“How are you, Mum?” Worried family called. “We've been watching the floods on television. Do you have a problem with the flooding?”

“Other than a lack of sleep I'm fine.”

“But there a lots of people moving from their homes. Are you sure you are safe?”

“Sure. As long as the roof stays I'll be fine. I had to cover my head with pillows to try to block the roaring of the wind. It's like trying to sleep in a war zone with low flying aircraft. My house won't go under. Watch the post office. If the roof goes under you won't have to worry. No one will be left in the town.”

A family of staving, drowned Magpies adopted me during the storm. There wasn't food to find. Feeling sorry for them, I fed them scraps to tide them over until the sun appeared. I have been trying to retrain them not to depend on me. I am serenaded when they want to be fed. If ignored they will finally go away. But one baby has started to destruct a couple of my pot plants. I moved the plant. I ignore even if they drown out the television.