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By Isabel Jessica H

It started as a pitter patter, but then it grew fatter and fatter.

The water levels began to rise, as all the footpaths began to hide.

It travelled and covered all the floors and next it knocked on peoples doors.

People moved their possessions higher, including photos on the shelf above the fire.

As the drops began to grow, the damage it caused would soon show.

As it swept through people's homes it even swept away the garden gnomes.

They were feeling more panic than before, they tried to block up their front door.

Raising sofas, tables and chairs, in defeat they were forced upstairs.

Looking through the window pane all they could see was rain rain rain.

The streets looked like a big lagoon, reflecting off the big bright moon.

The pumps outside were on full blast, who knew how long this water would last.

As the morning light drew near, all they sensed was fear fear fear.

The water levels in their homes grew higher, but had even now reached the shelf above the fire.

There was nothing more they could do, the water was brown and dirty not blue.

A small bag each they packed, with not even enough clothes to last.

They called the hero's outside, to rescue them on the boat ride.

As the boat went down the road now a river, their heart went cold with an ache and a shiver.

Where would they go or for how long who did know.

But as they got to the hotel on the hill they saw their neighbours Betty and Bill.

The kindness of all the village was clear, there were beds and food for all us here.

Together we would be until we were water free.

At last the rain began to stop, allowing the water levels to drop.

Finally the day came when they could go into their homes again.

Their hearts began to groan, as they saw the mess inside their home.

Where would the clean-up begin with so much ruin.

They did not have to have such fear as they had good neighbours near.

With mops, brooms and hands to lend, the house would soon be on the mend.