Three. Inches. (of rain)

March woke up with a crick in her back,
cramped like a crocus underground.
With a shake, and a shower of snow,
she sat up.

Wind-tousled. Mud-stained. Cold.

A fat little robin, perched on an unbudded branch,
peeked hopefully down
to glimpse her face.
Uh oh!
She's grumpy!
HERE COMES THE RAIN!!!!!!!!


(true story.)