Though in the City
The water in the river
Rose as high as it could go,
For just another inch of rain
Would cause an overflow.
Aside from that, there wasn’t much
To show there was a storm,
Except for puddles I’d expect
And weather way too warm.
In other places, trees were down
And power had been cut.
With flooded roads and markets closed,
Some folks were in a rut.
Though in the city, all was calm,
The rain a fickle threat.
Another storm’s predicted;
We may have some worries yet.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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