Oh, y’all. We have been in such a drought in Central Texas. Creeks that used to run, don’t. Red Flag warnings are frequent. Even the bluebonnets were a little paltry this year. And then, this morning, it rained. Like, a lot. Deep, muddy puddles in our backyard. A river rushing down the curb out front. And thunder. Big, echoey, boomy thunder.
Our beloved old dog, Keeper, used to shake himself half to death when it thundered. He was a big tough lug of a dog, and thunder turned him to absolute jelly. Now we have Poppleton. He’s goofy. Lighter. Sillier. And, in the just over six months he’s been alive, there’s been very little rain and no thunder. Until now.
He would like everyone to know: HE IS NOT A FAN.
Haiku 2, 2026
Thunder shakes the sky
demanding attention now.
Dog cries in response.
Oof. It was sad over at our house this morning. But, good news: the remaining puddles are making it all worth it. Heading out again now.
PS — Put your OWN haiku in my comments!! We’d all love to see it!
We had a doozy of a storm last night. I got no sleep because of the dog’s cries, so I can really relate to this poem.
I’m sad that the bluebonnets were paltry. Drought is such a terrible thing.
Poor pups. I was hoping this guy would be braver than Keeper, but no such luck.
“the last rain”
doomscroller’s forecast
cloudburst stuns
We were told last week that we were in deep drought FOR SURE, zero rain left in the forecast… a horrible fire summer coming. We woke to clouds and two or three bouts of rain in the forecast. Thank God, I’m so here for it.
Doomscroller’s Forecast should be a band name, maybe?????
And yes, yes to more rain!