When the mud flood
Swept the water from the river
To our house,
Neighbors rushing to our old house for shelter.
You visited me at the wee of the night
In my dream you told me,
“ I am well”.
Your let me touch your forehead
“ Do not worry, I am well.”
I savor the moment to guide
Me in my waking state.
When the flood is gone,
My anguished body was healed at last.
The storm left a piece of note.