In Tel Aviv, on a winter’s day,
The rain and hail came fierce to stay.
January fourth, just past half one,
The sky was dark, no sign of sun.
Stav Harrari, just twenty-five,
With Dean, her love, so full of life,
Peered through glass where the storm did pound,
And hail like bullets struck all around.
They thought of their car in the lot below,
Where floodwaters in storms could grow.
“Our car can’t break, we need it still—
Let’s move it now, before the kill.”
Down the hall, to the lift they sped,
With worry and haste in every tread.
The doors slid shut, the descent began,
Not knowing fate had its own plan.
But near the floor where they should be free,
The car jerked hard, unnaturally.
They waited… doors refused to part,
And panic rose in Stav’s young heart.
Dean soothed, “It’s fine, it’s just a stall,
It’ll move again, no harm at all.”
But then a sound both knew too well—
A rushing flood, a watery swell.
The floor grew wet, the cold crept high,
They screamed for help, their voices dry.
Outside, young Eli heard the cries,
And to the shaft he quickly flies.
He pulled and pried with all his might,
While others came to join the fight.
But metal doors stayed locked and tight,
While water claimed the trapped from sight.
He called for help not once, but more—
Sixteen times, he begged and swore.
Yet storms had choked the city’s veins,
And rescue crawled through flooded lanes.
The parking garage, a drowning tomb,
Filled the lift with a growing gloom.
The water rose past waist, past head,
While hope sank low, replaced by dread.
At last, the helpers had to flee,
Swimming through the murky sea.
They left behind that muffled sound—
Two voices fighting not to drown.
And then… those voices ceased to be,
Swallowed whole by a ruthless sea.
When rescuers came, they dove below,
Through the shaft where waters flow.
They cut the roof, pulled out the pair,
But death had met them waiting there.
A love cut short, a cruel refrain,
Two hearts gone still in the winter rain.
So remember well, when storms descend,
How fragile life can meet its end.
For Stav and Dean sought safety’s door,
Yet found the flood forevermore.