It starts as a trickle, a thorn in your side.
Wait, but wait, the trickle becomes a steady flow.
Soon the banks are overflowing. You are washed away.
washed away in the current. Down stream, under the surface.
The current has you now, the water rages, you belong to the water.
But then...

The water recedes
as quickly as it came.
The flash flood
claims another
life.

Your life belongs to the waters now.