the rain shook the tin roof this evenin’.
such a tease,
acting like a good cool breeze
and a partly cloudy kind of sunset
were following not far behind.
my tomatoes are thirsty

and so am i.
but the summer storm
rolled right on by.
headed out the gravel road,
bounced on to the next ridge over
and left me and the garden
still down here in the holler
aching for the rain.
the sky burned till it was black
and then it flashed
and sparked electric at me,
but heat lightning
never keeps its promises.