The darkened night time rain had finally rolled in
From the other side of the mountain that separated us.
I felt the gentle tapping on my shoulder
Slowly gain more force.

I knew it then,
That it was time to leave.

The fire had already gone out in the downpour.
“One less thing to worry about.” I sighed.
I reeled in my once baited hooks and set the poles aside.
“I swear there were fish here.”

The Drops that fell from the needles of the evergreens
Had become less few and far between.

And I knew that I had to hurry
Or once again get caught up in the floods.
I hurriedly threw the rest of the gear in the car,
And sped off for home.