Clever nursery rhymers got it right
Even if written with no rain in sight
Or during a drought, their meaning is clear.
Way too much rain may often persevere.
The fields of farmers are covered with mud.
Under water, John Deere gear is a dud.
Agribusinesses soon fall like a stone;
Feds must provide a necessary loan.
Low-lying ground is the first land smothered.
Snakes know how to escape or be covered.
Riverside homes, once elegant and proud,
May wash away. Owners may weep out loud.
Creekside trails and recreational parks
Overflow from back-ups, no songs by larks.
The birds fly away and seek higher ground
Or lofty trees, whatever can be found.
Wildlife scrambles to get out of the way.
Critters leave home but may return some day.
Livestock in pastures may look for a break
In the fence to escape a rising lake.
First Responders are pressed into action.
So much work, so little time; a fraction
Of what’s needed at a time of distress.
Coping with flooding is high-level stress.
Meanwhile, folks at home, their kids, and a friend
Fear the worst and wonder, “How will this end?”
The forecasters say, “It’s not over yet.”
The experts predict, “More water we’ll get.”
A hundred year flood, that’s what they’re saying.
Believers turn to round-the-clock praying.
It shouldn’t be compared to Noah’s day,
But this rain will prove, “This is not OK.”
It’s too late now to buy flood insurance.
With 20/20 hindsight, there’s no chance
To get coverage. That option is dead.
Few can pre-plan 100 years ahead.
Distracted by threats from an asteroid,
We shouldn’t have looked up into the void;
But looked instead for a water-borne threat.
Rain-fed rivers are a more likely bet.
Be on the lookout for a tell-tale clue
When animals come in columns of two.
Then it’ll be clear; no rescue by Ark.
Who could have known our fate would be so stark?
High water will pass, flushed further downstream.
Life will become normal, floods a bad dream.
With rivers calmed, we’ll forget the ordeal.
Cell phone photos as memories we’ll feel.