More - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
It's raining, it's pouring;
flowing through towns
that can never be restored.
Water rushing, gushing everywhere,
forming a brand new world;
turning the old one into mud.
Rain in the forecast for today,
all the tomorrows too
by the way;
being sorry won't make it stop.
It’s taking towns, houses, crops
... and people's lives.
Just a dropp at a time
now floods have taken
away all that we knew.
Have no idea what we'll do
if it just keeps pouring,
the river keeps flooding
and we keep getting more
and more and more.
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