It’s been thundering all morning
creek water on the rise
Thor’s hammer at the anvil
thunder smashing down

The water threatens to rise
its quiet stream rising to a roar
the sky grumbles
the creek is full from the rain

The current has new strength
smashing together carried things
the creek is muddied
with the stir of new water

Smashing together paradox parts
Thor’s hammer is at the anvil
the little creek is waking up to rain
it’s been thundering all morning