Water rose and rose, seething to be set free.
The Damn was weak and soon the water
overpowered its Mistress. Spilling down
down into the town, sweeping all it saw along
with it, raging that it had been caged so long.
A flood it was called and 38 souls it carried
into the afterlife. The town would recover
and this time they would remember the
flood of 1913 and forever after that day be
prepared to fight the water and its ravages.
The above picture is Piqua (Where I live now) when
the dam could’t hold the water and it flooded causing
much damage and devastation. I cheated, this happened
in March, not April but I can say this felt right.
(I’m not sure who took this picture)