In last night’s dream,
our front lawn was flooded
from the driveway to the fence,
the steps to the street.
A solid expanse of cold, dark water
covered every square inch of lawn.
Luckily the yard sloped away from the steps
on which we now stood baffled and stressed.
Yesterday’s forecast had mentioned a wave
unlike any we’ve ever known.
They say once it arrives it won’t go away.
Already it’s flooding my dreams.
— Vincent Peloso
This article appears in El Niño is Here.
