this morning begins with no shadows,
a still sleeping cat,
it looks like rain may come,
but looks are not to be trusted,
and the tv weatherman throws in a percentage of probably not.
it will be 100 degrees, he says, and will feel like 105,
the humidity already 79%.
as we say around here,
it is louisiana hot.
it is sultry steamy sweaty and we will feel like not moving much
but we will.
it is skirt weather,
it is don't go anywhere without a drink in your hand weather.
this year we have religion.
we pray to the rain gods and cloud gods and jesus
and we tell buddha we know it is what it is but what it is needs rain,
and when we pass a handpainted sign tacked to a tree
in the way back of the woods,
a sign painted in red - FAITH - we cross ourselves and say an amen.
when we turn around to find the sign,
to take a picture,
and it is not there,
we don't question.