'The summer

The summer it rained forever, we grew tired
of watching red blobs writhe on the weather radar.
Mushrooms grew on lawns. The river rose,
its pale gray sheen concealing toxic depths.
We learned to let our twelve-squared watts burn off
a little damp, and some of us wore raincoats
for the first time since grade school. All in all,
the dark words "global warming" did not sound.