After a week of deluge, another rainy day
A gray, wooden hill house under a grainy sky
A seated woman, in her arms an infant does lay
to quiet its cry, she rocks it, singing a lullaby
Water loosening saturated, ground
Circled by verdant mountains where boulders lie
Then close by, a groaning, rending sound
A lightning flash, a crash, sparks fly
A thunderous clap, then a roar
A house of so many years does sway
An explosion bursting through the door
A rolling stone crushes, as all gives way
Under it, a mother bathed in red
No time for hope, a prayer, or even a scream
A sleeping babe ejected to the bed
A rock took one life but spared a dream