FLOOD

Rain pits the surface of the slowly rising river
flowing through the town,
each added drop sliding to the sea
with all the rest, but too many now,
falling far away on dim grey hills,
and closer, on roofs, streets,
hats and coats
for the river's course to swallow
and so the water's rising,
slowly, but rising all the same
and do what we might
with all our might and main
if the rain keeps on falling,
we'll be flooded out again.