River Sarca flows calmy throughout the year.
Inside it’s narrow grassy banks…
Venturing from Santa Columba,
Emptying into Lake Garda.
Recreation to both man and beast.
Suddenly without warning,
Another side of the Sarca comes to light,
Raging brown waters roars past angrily,
Charging through Arco with uprooted trees…
And men tremble before the river’s might.