Twelve Times

I remember the time it rained twelve times Tar weed wasn't that sticky Knee high grass held parts like old mens hair The wind blew opposite that season Birds seemed silenced and confused,Thier courtship stalled Old swaybacks ribs were not pronounced Gravel streets held water as children walked to school Wasted smell of mothers pies lost in heavy air Watchfull mountains laughed aloud,taunting to come out Not this year it rained twelve times Not this year