Tears from the Mountain

 

Gray sky and wind shake;
Outside, the rule of water--
Floods from everywhere.

 

My stream is racing,
Tearing down from the mountain,
Tumbling past my house.

 

Even as streams shriek
Placid water pools abound;
Rough wind shakes the sky.

 

This once peaceful brook
Races to join the river
Over the driveway.

Does it end this way:
Not with bursts of light and fire
But with tumbling floods?

 

Rushing down the hill
White foamed loud and furious
Stream then disappears.

 

A sheet of water
Pours down over the old rock--
Tears from the mountain.

Under the old tree
Several streams of water flow.
Is it giving birth?