The river broke its banks

Did I play ever
With the spirit
Of a rainbow
Even if I had a drought for long
In my island
Accusing me of playing,
The river broke its banks
And flooded the barren fields
But now the banks will be rebuilt
The sandbags have been ordered
And the factory is working overtime
No play
No spate
Focus on the flow
Pure and sublime
At least few cacti in the
Garden may flower
Only when deprived of water
Feb 28 , 2013