Rainfall unleashed the dirty water on the prowl
And the dirty water was further fouled by fowl
In the mud house watching recycled flood water
We wished forever our misdeeds did not matter
We wanted to play in the muddled water's crest
Wade and splash our young bodies without rest
We wished father was away for we felt restrained
Restrained by fear of whips on our tender behind
We huddled and whispered in innocent sadness
How we wished father would close our emptiness
The wind lifted our roof, drenched us in rain water
Everyone was happy except our dear wise father
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