We needed rain.
I washed the car.
Contrary clouds
Just wouldn’t jar.
I even cleaned
The windows then
On all the house–
No rain again.
And so I sprinkled
Dying grass.
No soap. I made
My final pass:
I bought two tickets
For the game.
As you’ll have guessed,
The showers came.
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 7, 1950
