River's Arisin'

River’s Arising By Michelle Waters River’s arising. Danger’s on hand. Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land. The campgrounds are empty, RVs are all gone Tourists packed up their bags and headed back home. The storm clouds retreated for less than a day. For on the horizon, they’re making headway. Torrents of water and mud surge down from the ridges, Wash out the gullys, and ravage the ditches. The creeks are all swollen; their banks have been breached. Winds tear through the trees, wild and unleashed. Muck and debris cover roads and driveways. Surplus of water sweeps cars off highways. Weatherman's warnings- often unheeded In times like these, good sense is needed. Destruction continues, flood water advances. The wise take refuge, the foolish take chances. Those who live in the valleys will stay to repent. Once the floodgates cut loose, there’ll be no defense. River’s arising. Danger’s on hand. Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land.