Nothing to do
No one to see
Bleak and wet is the Earth
Rain, Rain, Rain
Falling, Falling, Falling
All around us in the forest.

I walk to the edge of the river bank
Dark swirling, churning water
Like chocolate milk, roaring over stump and stone
The forest is alive with sounds
Thunder booming, Lighting striking
Leaves drip, drip, dripping down on fallen leaves.

I turn and face the mighty Oaks
I smile at the Elms, their boughs whipping in the wind
Silence endures
Nothing to do
No one to see
Bleak and wet I am
Rain, Rain, Rain
Falling, Falling, Falling
I am, back wards into the
Swirling, Churning Water...

2020 (C) Jennifer L. Clark