Sleep doesn't come, the night is here,
The breeze is gone, and so is fear.
The heat comes and goes, the life moves on,
news comes in, of those who are gone.
The heat is broken, in the day,
by the drops of rain that never stay.
Driving down, the windscreen's misty,
as if with mostiure, the weather's thrifty.
Water on the car, water on the road,
Streams of water that suddently flowed.
It's gone as soon as it's down,
in between village, city and town.
The news comes in, the images shock,
the van that danced like a shuttlecock.
The water flowed, the village watched,
As cars and and vans flowed to the dock.
Sitting at home my thoughts wander,
to those we know, and start to ponder.
Friends and family, are they safe?
Or were they in that dreadful place.
Sitting here, dry and peacefull
the news seems horrible.
But now we wait, for news,
To find the missing, looking for clues.