When the waters weigh burdensome upon the construct of the levy

The storm with empathy continues to rain down

And the wintry weather’s tympanic sound

Reminds me that eventually the water will have its way and become too heavy

For the barrier to properly hold its ground

before simply….

Day two and three relentlessly; non stop I watch the torrential inching symphony

Cleansing the entirety of this filthy town

Landslides, and car crashes to impatiently swerve around

The homeless of this place hide away from nature’s unleashed seasonal bevy

‘Tween building and beneath makeshift tents they’ve made or found

After the length of the day surrenders to night’s hidden envy

The storm continues to pelt, drip, and perform

To defy the Sun and with its wet hands pound

Outside of the Californian norm and still the glistening ground is pretty

To my own eyes that leaked with this new sadness I have found

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