Claire V. Bogdanos

Oh how I wish that I could be

A riv’let running to the sea

That constant trickles down the drain

The remnants of the night time rain.

A drip, drip, drip upon the wall

Now gathers fast at evenfall

And makes its downward way complete

Runoffs from gully, stream and street.

The volume growing as it flows

Cross valleys, fields and tall hedgerows

Until at last its task is done

And we have breached the river’s run !