Flooding Season

Dripping wet towels

Covering the floor

Flooded street

And a bad smell

Someone singing

In the middle of the disaster

Eventually the water

Receded and left us

With the chaos and dirt

But for a few days

We had the freedom from

Electricity and nosy surveillance

Creating weird sensation

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