Grey clouds appear ever so dark,
howling wind in the pouring
rain,
rivers cresting leaving their
mark,
creating such anguish and pain.
Pounding rain saturating the
ground,
stepping the dirt sinks under
your feet,
looking, water appears to be all
around,
the rising river and the road
now meet.
Current flowing showing nature’s
might,
traveling in a canoe to who
knows where,
water now covering everything in
sight,
first rising over here and then
over there.
No controlling the flood waters
that flow,
across the fields and over the
roads it goes,
towns go dark where lights use
to just glow,
when it will let up no one
really knows.
Storms often disappear in the
dark of night,
as we prepare to sleep we pray
it will pass,
waking to the sunshine
everything is bright,
now, we thank the Lord the storm
didn’t last.