When The Small Rivers Overflow

     
     
In the deep little valley i live      
centered within mountain hills      
in winter the rivers flow      
the flood brings lethal chill      
     
The winters are no more boon      
the summers too; no less heat      
seasons frequently do overlap      
they can, even in one day meet      
     
An eerie area, an oddity spot      
where today's sheep is morrow's wolf      
and the morning is sunny and hot      
the ev'ning turns cold like tomb      
     
When morning is sweaty and dull      
the afternoon is stormy and cold      
and the dust of all the dirty streets      
spin like whirlwinds in vortex folds      
     
It is May and the rivers flow      
Rain and sleet and winds grow      
the fear takes alarming scales      
as the sleet sounds like crow's caw      
     
I wake up on a pebbled threat      
iced sleet balls shoot like salvo      
lethal thoughts to my heart creep      
the fear grows more crescendo      
     
For a while it is a weather war      
screams and yells fill the storm      
dirt gutters grow more and more      
a deadly scenario starts to form      
     
The water drains gurgle like beasts      
or like volcanoes spurting dusty lava      
and the flooding waters running adrift      
little creature seeking safe cover      
     
From my window, a horrendous scene      
in which i am not only a safe watcher      
as the waters start to rise up much clear      
fears like mercury on my face are seen      
     
For a while the storm slowed less down      
and the sleet more and more faded away      
while the town now looks like a wreck      
after the storm, I can now write again