It’s coming down hard
After two weeks of dry scraping weather where
Grass turned to wheat stalks
Flowers toppled with thirst and
Even the weeds looked bad.
Today rain daps and ripples the lake
Plays fast taps on the porch roof
Started down south as a hurricane
Ran out of gas here
Stalled by the mountains and trees
Soaking into the ground
Making the grass turn from brown
Like a fucking miracle.