When the waters weigh burdensome upon the construct of the levy
The storm continues to rain down
And the wintry weather’s tympanic sound
Reminds me that eventually the water has its way and become to heavy
For the barrier to properly hold its ground
Day two and three non-stop I watch the torrential inching symphony
Cleansing the entirety of this town
Landslides, and car crashes to swerve around
The homeless of this place hide away from nature’s unleashed 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 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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