Was that thunder I hear? Or just
A car rolling past, pulling
Into the driveway to make
A U-turn
So much noise that means nothing
Just humidity and heat
The plants wither on the porch
As we wish for a storm
Fourteen weeks without a rainout
In softball. It was a joke that you could tell
The weather the day of a game–it always
Rained on Thursdays.
I wish we could make that joke this year.