This once pristine river is filling with mud
The rain falling down is bringing in crud
We stand and we watch the scene unfold
It surely is a sight that isn't controlled
I marvel at the power the rains have brought
With all the destruction that, they have wrought
You snuggle much closer into my arms
Then slyly suggests using your charms
That we leave this place and waltz inside
Where you and I can comfortably hide
We head into the wind, trudge towards our nest
Where once inside the dry warmth is the best
Jim 2007
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