The waters rise slowly, at first -
like a cool tease or flirt.
But soon there's not one single inch
of dry or exposed dirt.

It's knee-high seas for as far as
the naked eye can see.
The shrubs are drowned, and there're no trunks
on any of the trees.

I'm sick of being soaked, and hope
the world will quickly drain,
and restore what was once a vast
expanse of fruitful plains.