Ballad FormRichard Xiao

Storm Water

It is tonight, I will be gone.

No one will bother me,

Till I wake in the light of dawn.

Out there, what do I see?

The water pouring from the sky.

Thunder collides and crash,

Enormous clouds will scream and cry,

Lightning will come and flash.

Seven creeks will form one river.

Clear water rips a tree.

I watch the rain and I shiver.

What will happen to me?

Any moment, the mud will slide,

High banks will overflow.

How easily some drivers glide.

Flooding, where will it go?