I transplanted a few flowers rescued from the boxstore’s neglected—
two lanky brown-edged lavenders, two leucanthemum (picture
five inches tall, daisy blossoms that needed dead heading)—
in midday exhausting heat because I had neglected
to do so earlier in the morning. They needed roots
planted in cooler soil to thrive. Sweat drenched,
I came in and stripped my clothes to cool off.
Then I saw rain move into the subdivision behind my garden,
a very unusual direction. Mr. Man still mowing the lawn
as this unpredicted rain swirled toward us.
I sat on the back patio and felt the rain from both directions,
saw Harmony nesting out of the rain, and felt the temperatures drop
thirteen degrees. As the rain let up, an ice cream truck
sang “Sailing Sailing” in the hills, sang sailing in the hills.
Mr. Man, finished mowing and soaking wet, joined me.