Though in the City

The water in the river

Rose as high as it could go,

For just another inch of rain

Would cause an overflow.

 

Aside from that, there wasn’t much

To show there was a storm,

Except for puddles I’d expect

And weather way too warm.

 

In other places, trees were down

And power had been cut.

With flooded roads and markets closed,

Some folks were in a rut.

 

Though in the city, all was calm,

The rain a fickle threat.

Another storm’s predicted;

We may have some worries yet.