The swollen, serpentine stream was in spate
babbling and burbling it moved at a rapid pace
the vibrant, verdant valley with vantage views
was resplendent in efflorescence of myriad hues
a carnival of fragrance blew in the air
the plump, pregnant raindrops plopped without a care
the canopy of leaves feebly pierced by chords of light
the cicadas played a symphony, and all was right.