I listen to the rain falling steadily all night long –
the caprice of the gods or the tears of angels?
Raining it seems for 40 days and 40 nights or
since the beginning of the Corona.
Water gushes in from a crack in the ceiling.
The community pool overflows. The tennis court is flooded.
Our whole condo building is surrounded by water.
In the distance, I hear Noah calling
for passengers to board his ark.
Wearing his PPEs, he takes their temps,
two by two, only the best of their species,
and so behaved with utmost goodness.
Noah won’t sleep for a year as he tends the animals.
After a time, a bat will return to the ark with an olive branch,
A symbol the world is all good again.