Scrumpin’

It rained
I watched the river,
grow pained
Then I, let out a shiver

It burst
its banks
land’s thirst
give thanks.

Floor replaced
water un-still,
Rushing in haste
Toward, down hill.

Towards me!
This no, wet dream
Flee, Flee, Flee!
A glittering stream

It rushes over you
You hold your breath

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