More Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

It's raining, it's pouring;
flowing through towns
that can never be restored.
Water rushing, gushing everywhere,
forming a brand new world;
turning the old one into mud.

Rain in the forecast for today,
all the tomorrows too
by the way;
being sorry won't make it stop.
It’s taking towns, houses, crops
... and people's lives.

Just a dropp at a time
now floods have taken
away all that we knew.
Have no idea what we'll do
not anymore;
if it just keeps pouring,
the river keeps flooding
and we keep getting more
and more and more.