The Storm of October

I recollect anxiety, as rain
I loved came down too hard and long to drain,
but that was when I lived beside a creek.
This landlocked cottage doesn’t have a leak,
so I prepared to like a record drench,
except a neighbor’s looking for a wrench
connected to an expert who can plug
the torrent flooding furniture and rug.
Exciting weather isn’t costing me,
but now I can’t enjoy it worry-free.

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