The rain gauge says almost two inches of rain.
In the brief respite,
the dogs and I go out.
My bones, and the weather app, tell me
it isn’t over yet.

My job is to feed the chickens
and chase a packrat out of the coop.
The dogs patrol the fence
and keep an eye on me.

While I’m out
I pick a handful of green beans
and one ripening tomato.
I’ll cook tomorrow,
and mop up the muddy paw prints in the entry.

Today, I’m writing,
eating out of the fridge,
and letting the dogs run.