The ever persisting rain comes, showering the land with life giving tears,
silently encroaching upon the plains.
As the Paterson River rises, one watches, she is on the move.
Giving two sides to her soul.
One of giving life to the land.
One of taking life from those who do not respect her.
Both in her beauty and her rage.
From the back of the house one watches as the Paterson swirls and swells.
She is not at peak.
We wait
One of taking life from those who do not respect her.
Both in her beauty and her rage.
From the back of the house one watches as the Paterson swirls and swells.
She is not at peak.
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