Dear APOCALYPSE #18

Dear Apocalypse,

Today, it flooded.
It flooded basements with rain falling up through pipes
Meant to take our waste away
There are locusts
And a plague
And fires worse than ever
Starvation amid seas of food
I watched a car float down the street past other cars,
And thought, “oh, so this is what Plagues are like;
The finger of G-d.”
But what if there is no reed sea?
I see this little flood that seems so big. I see these plagues and I feel small.
Humanity made it through plagues before, and we will again. We do seem to have an unfortunate convergence of events.
I just hope that the frog-rain is small and chirpy, not big and croaky.

(written March 21st 2020)