The rain just keeps on pouring down
There’s ne’er a dry spot left in town
The water’s rising at my feet
And flowing wild o’er every street.
The curbs are covered, sidewalks too
What else is there that we can do
Oh, such a mess that’s facing me
I feel as though I’m lost asea.
Please don’t complain about the wet
There’s too much water to forget
I wonder if old Noah knew
That job God gave to him to do ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 