Today was hot,
        steamy,
        the sun wicking
        water from the earth
        like a steambath.

        Lightning 
        struck an oak
        hear the house,
        destroying near thirty
        feet from the top.

        Tomorrow,
        I must remove
        that treetop,
        cutting it into sections
        and trimming the limbs
        still attached.

        Grass has grown six
        inches tall since last
        mowing.

        The calla Lillies
        have caught their         
        trumpets full
        of rain water.        

        That reminded me
        of my grandmother’s
        rain barrels
        on either end
        of the house.