Rain, the first good soaking since March.
Just this morning, I set zinnias and petunias
in the deep dry ground, under the heavy sky, hoping.
Later, in the house, with the rain falling
steady past the kitchen window, while
I waited for banana bread to bake,
the phone rang. It was a farmer I know
who called to say that the pregnant onion
I gave his wife years ago had a flower on it.
That was all, he said. He just wanted me to know.
His corn was planted, hay fields seeded,
the onion had a flower. That was all.
May 19, 1999