“The Flood We Call Love”

The downpour of rain
sets loose a flood.
The creek; already full, overflows.
Lost to the world for a moment.
Submerged in delusions with no end.
Held captive by this current.
Gasping for air where there is none.
Praying for a sign of release,
a miracle of sorts.

But what’s this?
The rain ceases.
All is well and calm.
But don’t be mistaken,
the rain is not gone for good.
Upon its return, more force will be taken.

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