The rains will raise the river

 Our lodging is not fifty meters from the river
It keeps raining, I sleep not, taking pains
I rummage for tools as water nears the front door
I will dig a trench I say but the water will not flow away

I will dig you hear but the water will not disappear
I see it now in fright in the dim light clay stained soup like
puddling an inch or more from the glass sliding door
The river is loud no doubt swelling soon to flood us out

I look over at you sleeping as if the world will keep keeping
Wake! Realize! The banks will be burst as sure as the sun will rise
We will be inundated, fated to drown, evacuating to late
Make haste, take suitcases, for this place will be laid to waste

Action is survival
death complacency