Heavy rain: mirror
near conceited sky; now it
clearly sees its face.

Water-swallowed road
no longer paves your way home;
walk or try next week.

Mosquito Eden:
hatched - and now to make a hell
of this wet heaven.

Rooftops peeking through
stormy aftermath, chimneys
snorkeling as they swim.

Saturated land:
while it's had enough of floods,
perish thoughts of drought.

More rain clouds coming?
Nature can overindulge
when it's calm too long.

Floods to puddles, mud
clumps, submerged reemerged: sun
undoes what it can.

Flood © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 14, 2019

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