Dropping In
The rain it dumps the rain it pours,
The rivers are rising bar the door
The graphs we watch the sky we search
We view the river from a dry perch
We wonder where the water goes
Will the ocean receive these awesome flows?
The sea accepts and sends them back
In perfect form the next storm track
And on these rises steelhead swim
To find their way to where they begin
The cycle revolves around again
The highs the lows you know not when
Then it finally stops, that rain on tin
Grab your rod it's dropping in......
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