Summer Rain
They gathered under the new roof
Near the edge with buckets
As if to win the lottery, so they reckoned.
In the heat of the late summer
They had nailed and measured
Pushed wood up gravity and into
What they saw as a new dwelling.
I stood back and watched
As the rain poured onto the roof
Luck, dear luck as the rain
Rained down onto each shingle
Crossing and cutting every
Ninety degree bend, this summer rain.
Some held their breathe
Where would the first drop fall.
