I wrote this for the dverse prompt and found I had a line too many. So it’s not a novelinee after all. I’ll have another try.
The storm that broke the cedar branch is passed,
Wild torrents swept the debris down the hill,
And into swirling river water cast
Our tender plants, bright flowers blooming still.
The storm that broke the river’s banks, they say
Was monumental, never seen before.
It brought dark midnight to a torrid day
And swollen-clouded, emptied so much more
Than rain, a warning in the lightning play—
Ignore this power, toss our world away.