Storm Drain Maintenance

The gutters are gurgling a frantic song,

telling me exactly what is wrong.

I only crawl under the porch in the mud

when the clouds start to offer a bit of a flood.

My knees are getting darker in the dirt,

cold water soaking the hem of my shirt.

I’m poking a stick at a clog in the pipe,

while the sky gives the world a gray, wet wipe.