all the things I should have done outnumbered by raindrops

faster than I can send a text message the squirrel twitching its tail

named for ancestors I never met the meandering flow of tebo creek

the latest tracks of mud bring out the 'whatever' shrugs of indifference

an umbrella no help for a damp cough taking in more rain

on the verge of saying something the nervous dart of a hummingbird

infrared camera the specks of dust leaving trails like comets

with their stubborn preference for barren clay a new generation of ants

hammered by rain the frog barely has a chance to finish its call

warm front if only it would arrive quietly and with good intent