Flood Stage Poem by A . T . Perkins

The sky's part, bringing heavy
Downpours of rain.
The rivers rise, and then recede
Clearing everything in it's path.
Like a big child that doesn't know it's own strength.
The debris, brush, and branches flow by
Turning in the muddy current,
Taking one last look.
The sun shines thru, starting to mop
clean and sponge up the pools that remain.
A minor inconvenience
For a major overhaul of the basin.
The soil has been turned,
Ready to give new life.