How Little Rain

How little rain can come down

In our little desolate Texas town

That only an ant could possibly drown

And the grass will prob'bly stay crispy brown 

Where the roof hangs over the side of the house

The concrete slab didn't feel the miniscule douse

The flood ravaged on a molecular scale

But left very little in the rainwater pail

And the dog asleep out back didn't seem to care

That the rarified rain had slightly matted his hair

And this I can plainly prove of the quiet pup quite a lot

By the distance that he didn't move from his dog shaped dry spot

The house must have noticed I arrived too late for the storm

So it mustered up all the moisture its roof could form

And it landed on my left shoulder suddenly with a plop

The torrent of a tiny single solitary water drop