Flash floods

The flash floods must be somewhere else.  Maybe I will find them on the way to the workshop I will attend today.  Just to be sure, I plan to drive the high roads.  

At 4 AM

The warning signal

On the phone

Announced flash floods

Until 8:30 AM.

In the sun

Of 7:45

The only sign

Of excess water

Hangs on the windows,

The cold inside

Pairs with the humidity

Outside.

They dance together.

We can see little else

Through the glass

Just the possibility

Of flash floods

For the next minutes,

The sun through rivulets

Running down the pane.