After the rain, I took a tour of the gardens.
The air is still very warm and moist
and feels as if it’s licking my bare arms
with a big, wide tongue. Everything glistens.
I smile at the bright upside down flowers
floating in the peppermint patch.
The promised thunderstorm skirted around us again.
I watched the radar as the storm patch separated,
some going to the north of us, some to the south.
All we got was a speckling of rain. I pouted.
But then I thought that I should be grateful
for what is, and careful what I wish for,
and the little flowers beamed.