april showers

after weeks of dry weather —

or merely a tease of moisture in the form of fog

or snow or sleet or drizzle —

the spring skies have finally broken open

with thunderclaps and tornadoes

and i wonder what, if anything

will come of the california poppy seeds

i scattered on the bare earth by the stone wall.

they have never shown their faces before —

but maybe may will bring surprises.