THE WEATHER CHANNEL
Little good, it seems, becomes a storm
unless it is a twister or hurricane
to chase. Yet, this dribbling,
nuisance rain has loosened
the parched tongues of hillside gray
to symphonies:
chorus upon chorus
of �Glory Hallelujahs�
in the dark �
no better song
for a Sabbath dawn.
Monday through Thursday, the portly
and well-endowed eclipsed the state
to camouflage uncertainty.
Friday, California slid off the screen,
clear into next week. All good signs:
decent and dependable harbingers
for a good chance of rain.
Three-tenths at first light
is enough for the grass
to stay even with the frost,
to make steep roads too slick to feed,
to keep hay in the barn
and hold town in a fog
for a day or two of peace.