From the porch, I heard the rain
Coming from the holler behind me
Before it pounded the tin above me

The shower moved on as quick as it came
Back to digging in the dirt
And smearing it, and sweat, across my face

Another cloudburst set me running
For shelter under the edge of the shed 
Partially collapsed from a winter storm

The rain is cold, but doesn’t cool
The shock of cold, fat raindrops
Quickly replaced by steamy, thick air

Dirty fingernails scrape damp tendrils from my neck
As a breeze pushes the rain away 
And grants a small respite from the heat