stop the rain.
The river's rising,
fields are flowing.
Muddy water's lapping at the levee,
Families fleeing floodplain for the bluff.
Dark mother,
sky is crying.
The wind is rising,
night's full of tears.
Centuries of sorrow blowing on the storm.
Mommas need a dry place for their babies to be born.
Coal-dark soul,
full of sin.
I am rising,
no roof over my head.
Raindrops make soft patter,
gently rock me down the river.
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