The water is still,
No ripples, or waves.
The lake is calm,
The water stays.

A gentle wind blows over,
And ripples the millpond lake.
A gentle breeze is felt,
Distorting the smooth water.

A wave is made,
Perfect, and clean.
Moving with the wind,
Flying in the breeze.

The wave traverses the water still,
And disrupts the calm reflection.
The sky turns dark,
Clouds grow heavy.

A solitary raindrop
Hits the surface of the lake.
A solitary raindrop
Ripples the still waters.

The wind builds force,
The waves increase.
Raindrops fall,
Many and fast.

The still surface,
The calm lake,
The smooth reflections,
Broken by the storm.

Reflections distort,
Turbulent waters surge.
The lake begins to overflow,
A river flows away.

The winds increase in force and speed,
The raindrops move away.
The lake becomes still once more,
An image of the sun,

Reflected upon the surface,
Calm, smooth, and clear.
Sunlight bounces from the water,
And all is fine again.