The Rain Is Coming Down

​The rain is coming down and water
Is rising from an aquifer.
Two flash flood streams bash together,
Even as they tumble, they’re astir,

White waters thrashing against each other,
Until they soar over the cliff,
Until they land in a seething pool,
Amidst roots of pines, tall and stiff,

And the muscled waters flow
Where the bears fish for trout,
“Happy are they!” who have such a stream,
Until even the frogs in the mud come out.