For five years, we lived
in a sunny California fairytale
of ongoing drought.
Little fog, insignificant rainfall.
Each day progressively
brighter and drier.
Water rationing, empty reservoirs,
parched forests poised
to go up in a flash.
Now skies open, inundate us
with deluge, unending storms.
Hillsides slide into ocean.
Sinkholes devour undermined roads.
Debris flows carry charred redwoods,
wildfire ash into deepening canyons.
Rivers violate ancient beds,
overflow.
We fill sandbags,
evacuate pets and livestock,
curse malevolent weather,
move anything of value
to higher ground.
