There it goes, the flow*

There it goes, the flow*

There are some clouds in the skies

Darker than most ready to cry

But its anger comes a little more

Thunder is made and lighting out the door

A little drop then nothing keeping

Here it comes, all is weeping

For now it is emptying in it for what remains

To flush it all down into mountain veins

Streams pouring with rage and into a flow

The deeper this becomes in watching it grow

No longer to be bound, no longer enthralled

Letting loose of itself, watching the water fall

Dom*Colucci 2013