Promises, promises

"Rain in 92 minutes"
On my phone, it says
Oh good
Then I'll stay
Awhile
Indoors.
The garden, 
I'm sure can wait.
Sit me down
To  concentrate
To write a while...

Two hours gone by
Not a drop 
In sight.
But
"Rain in 74 minutes"
The Smart phone says.
So, garden still OK
I think that I can stay
Inside to play
Perhaps with a cat, 
Or maybe I'll call
To have a chat
(Not likely, that)

Plenty more to do
Storm is coming
I'm sure that's true
And yet...
Time is passing
And beyond
 My window
Not a cloud
Anywhere
 Around

Still
"They" say
On my very smart
Phone
It's coming
Soon
They lie.
And so....

Haul the hoses out
Scatter water
All about
Thirsty plants
Look at me
Reproachfully.
I'm so sorry
I was promised
Rain for thee
By half past three.

Now it's late
Which means it's hot
And the bugs are out
Hungrily
 Chewing 
On my exposed bits,
As I drag 
The hose around
Muttering
When will they get it right
When will their promises 
Be true
They haven't got a clue.

Just as I pull
The hose back in
Hark!
I hear a distant
Rumbling,
Trees rustling in
A sudden wind
A big black cloud
From nowhere comes
Around
And then...
I know that sound
As rain begins
To hit the ground.
Promises fulfilled
Just late
That's all.

I never trust a weather forecast, but sometimes when I have stuff to do, I get suckered into believing I may have a day off from watering duties. I should know better.