The ground is soaked.
The creek is full.
Mud paves the way.
Puddles swamp the landscape.
A saturated ground receives more rain.
Footpaths are slippery.
The sludge is clinging.
Footsteps make a sucking noise.
Too much of a good thing can be overwhelming.
Even a small blessing produces runoff and overflow.
The balance of life is tenuous and fluid.
Floods rise where once it was barren.
Today may have brought yet more bad news.
Tonight may be full of fear and doom.
Tomorrow will bring its own sorrows.
Grace sustains me for this minute, for right now.