No wind, no noise (except flies and woodpeckers.)

No rain. Actually, a little rain—a very little rain.

Last night, after bedtime, some kind of weather came over, and as I was dozing off, I heard noise on the roof. "My, goodness—rain", says my sleepy, addled brain.

And then I come awake and listen, and yes, it's rain, and here it comes! But no, it's not, and there it goes. But yes, it's rain, and here it comes! But no, it's not, and there it goes.

Off and on it seems to come, but really it just goes and goes. For hours and hours, or what seems that long. My hopes are raised, my hopes are dashed. My hopes are raised, then dashed.

Finally, tired of tossing and closing my ears, I look out the window and see a big bright moon. But by then it's too late to get any real sleep.

Upshot: some pockmarks in the dust.

Mural: pimple hoe lift inner hawses wit medal woofs shoot gnat lichen drain.