It started just before dawn, relentless rain.
Ten inches today, seven by noon tomorrow.
Fast surging water and then flash floods came.
Rain in sheets thumping on tin róofs in staccato.
 
I moved to Kentucky from Tennessee in 2019.
I learned to drink Ale-8-One and bleed Blue,
wasn’t ready for skies full of rain in the obscene—
fifty inches a year versus Seattle’s forty two.
 
Horses are wading through swirling water in real time,
a church is swept away in Richmond. It’s mayhem!
I sit here taking the time to rhyme these little lines
because I can’t honestly make logical sense of them.