After fire--rain, mud, sludge.
The mud rains down in unforgiving mindless mounds, burying stones and Christmas trees.
We must pay for clearing all the oranges and planting houses in their place.
Even those who lived there said, "This is not right."
The oozing tons of earth that invaded the homes and buried cars and boats and dolls and bikes came down because there was nothing to stop it.
No people, only things, some precious, some not were caught in the deluge--but the timing--Christmas makes it that much sadder.
Our hearts go out to those now homeless from an overabundance of mud and water.
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