Well I got the flash flood message just this very day California's crumblin' like a Keebler cookie right into the ocean Uh huh-that's all the hype that I hear 'em say Makin' a guttural path- a literal mudbath for all the fruits n' nuts n' flakes n' yer average sociopath Kissin' the bottom of the Pacific or at least 'til the sea gives up her dead- that's where they're gonna lay N' the white sharks ain't none too happy litterin' their frontyard with floaters full of hardware n' bolt ons n' store bought ink hair like the Weekend lookin' all nappy what are we they ask-indiscriminate predators? This ain't seal meat Bub- they ain't even on the menu although fear compels 'em so to think Well the rain keeps comin' down in silvery sheets For all the grass shrubs n' every tree- like Israel's desert bloomin' in prophecy The fairweatherer's tradin' in for hipwaders with their golf cleats Down in the basement-flippin' breakers downward bent Reservoir runs dry-waterin' lawns 24-7 wonderin' why water bill is spent Then the rain comes they loose the reigns on their complainin' reachin' heaven on high n' it sure wouldn't be no lie they're still thinkin' God's lackin' in His Strength feats N' the Channel Islands ain't mournin' over Rafael Solares the quintessential shaman n' the rest of the tribe of Chumash break out in a strange weather related rash He says you'll just have to save yer cash to Aveeno up with gavacha Macedonian Jennifer Aniston Still the rain keeps pourin' on down They wonder will the jars of heaven ever be stayed? Their predominant expression' s become a frown Staring out the winda like the kids in The Cat In The Hat at the drenched lawn where they once played Playground n' park only now heard a lost ghostly windward word Forget 'bout figurin' out who killed Mr. Mustard They'll be preoccupied ponderin' who had their warm sun slayed? 1-22-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson