Overflow, side of the road when it rains –

Kinetic power in that – should I scream?

Nutrients fall from the sky, sustenance reigns;

When it’s raining my street becomes a stream.

In the grass there’s puddles, oasis – water;

This cleanliness is a natural theme.

The insects, though, are lambs led to slaughter.

Floods, the terrain, bugs rising, squatters…

For the birds it’s meals easily attain.

Rain, windows, art created once again…