He drove out earlier to see
The river high, near flooding;
It’s rained for days, and life has been
A constant, aching thudding
He knows the spring will come one day,
The flowers will be blooming;
But he feels something more is wrong
That some disaster’s looming
The rain, it messes with his head,
Distorting all his thinking:
As floodwaters come o’er the banks
And have his spirit
Sinking
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