Empty Promise

Still Waiting for Rain.

The wind is impressive this afternoon. Now and then a waft catches the wide edge of a flat lily pad and tips it up causing the surface of the water to ripple and dance. Leaves in the huge cottonwood tree that reaches out to protect my little balcony rattle and jangle and tink. Fall has been so dry they hang onto the branches although they are already browning and crispy. It’s like a large, scratchy wind chime. 

Oh, but then, without a cloud in the sky, it happens. A sudden shower sweeps across the bay and is gone, leaving nothing but damp balcony furniture and a colorful bow on the far shore.  

“The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.”

Emily Dickenson

I got out my most excellent binoculars and searched, but I didn’t see a pot of gold sitting on the other side.