I love the gentle murmuring
Of spring rain upon my roof.

If ever we doubted free irrigation,
This precipitation is proof.

Now and again comes a thirsty winter --
The mountains have a shortage of snow pack.

It seems there are not enough megawatts --
Grand Coulee Dam feels a lack.

If we make it 'til July, I heard,
Rolling blackouts will not be our fate.

We may find ourselves selling power again --
Maybe to the Golden State.

One seems to remember fallout shelters --
Each resident seemed to have one.

The time when we all have generators
May have only just begun.

by D. Edgar Murray 06/03/2001.