It snuck in on a quiet night
Absent any breeze
Foreshadowing the next rain
And we missed it.
It came back later that week,
Riding a northwest wind fierce
Fading in the afternoon
It tickled us through the night.
Over the hill and through the prairies
It comes on strong, somehow appearing
Then we drop our gaze for a moment
And get lost again in winter’s lingering hold.