Water world

[NakedBear]

The dog said the rain had stopped;
flooded worms,
streak out on lake paths,
Coxless fours in formation
tiny oars plunge,
with each forward ripple,
boats nudge towards the finish.
We walk on, looking for slugs,
tacking across the bay.

The vision of tiny oars plunging takes the metaphor and turns it into something enjoyably absurd. I mean, really - tiny oars?

To further describe your the speaker's motion as 'tacking across the bay' really finishes the whole image of a lake with boaters and wetness and such.

It was enjoyable.