water, water,
everywhere
flows down the
rooftop, onto my hair
the fields are soggy
the pond is
overflowing
the roads are
flooded
I am groggy
we are thrilled in
the knowing
that everywhere is
mudded
no, no, rain is not
what we need
yes, yes, there are
places that do, indeed
but not so much to
make mudslides
gentle sprinkles are
okay
to wipe out the
fires that stain
charring of the land
all over the countryside
to give them less
heat today
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