A Flood

Thick unto blood,
Deep up the lane.
Catching the rain,
Friend to a flood.

Our vision is hurt,
Tracks are laid low.
Distance is slow,
In water and dirt.

Run-off...they say,
In a layer of grey.
When drip-drops can stray,
On a live water-way.

Down from the clouds,
Is a soft, gentle pour.
Melting snows more,
And diminishes the crowd.

Slick...slimy..mud,
Rushing the town.
On its way down,
Making a flood.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Due to the fire last year flooding has been very bad whenever it rains.