it rarely rains here
like they say it will
forecasts are changed
percentages adjusted
my hammock taken down
only to be put back up

there were clouds
thin wispy layers of gray
with bright blue patches
and fingers of brilliant sun
sneaking through
all afternoon

but no rain
just the broken promise
in those scattered clouds
delivering a sunset
painted from a palette of
yellows deepening to
oranges turning to
pinks before fading
to grays

i brought my hammock in
as the sky darkened to a
thirty percent chance for tonight

i’ll hang it again tomorrow