Summerwet
this air of spring
porridge-thick
heavy
choking
Cats and dogs
they say
the rain pelted,
slowed to lazy,
now hovers
in drip
and wilt
Free facewash
no towel
— patience —
awaiting
bug lick
Too wet
to stand
too heady
the quaff
not to nod over
into mud bath
Too wet
not to clamber
curling
from lightless places
through cracks
holding to
burled
pebbles
Wet enough
for changeling
— lily to bromeliad —
slurping rain
downleaf
for safekeeping
Wet enough
to gather
midrib
mercurial domes
quaked
by breath
of showery breeze
Against a thirsty future
the earth gulps
and saves
Meanwhile
a rainbow
Oddments 
June 2, 2015 at 12:33 am
I love the word choices accompanied by beautiful photos, Maureen. The sense of wetness on so many levels was especially appreciated during that dry spell in May. The ending in a rainbow is perfect.
June 2, 2015 at 9:51 am
Thanks! Gardens feed us in so many ways, yes?