STORM

It's raining now,
Perhaps five inches,
we will get.
Water for the holding pond
For they are almost gone.
Which is good, because
in the mountains, will be snow.
Water for us. And a place
for the ski bunnies to go.
Wind came in a blast
blowing strong and fast.
Bending trees so low,
they try to survive the blow.
CRACK, they split asunder
echoing the thunder.
Rain in blinding sheets,
deluge the hills and the streets.
In torrents, muddy water douses
mud into backyards and houses.
All that we can do,
is endure, until
the sky again, turns blue.
Nature always has it's way.
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ORIG.POEM-by:CGZ-2008
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