I spoke a dare aloud while raindrops fell
In golden straws and gentle sidewalk spots,
And as the shower waned, I might have yelled
Unto the thunder Is that all you’ve got?

But then a blast of wind flung dust and leaves
And banged recycling bin lids in defiance.
As residents crouched underneath their eaves,
On courtesy we could have no reliance.

And when the heavens opened, washing all
The grit and listlessness from noontime swelter,
Refreshed and by the glorious storm enthralled,
I laughed and didn’t rue the lack of shelter.

A salmon sunset met us at the door
My clothes left shining puddles on the floor.