It's Really Not Our Fault

I don't think it really IS our fault, but when we moved to Hickory, NC, sixteen months ago, we were told we couldn't wash our cars, water our garden, or sprinkle our lawn. That was because Hickory was out of water, and as we were told, "It NEVER rains in Hickory."

Glub. Bubble, splash, slosh. Now,
rain falleth incessantly -
We runneth over.

Basho, if your frog
ever comes to Hickory
he will be happy!

And since we had come here from the mountains of western North Carolina, we were concerned about the winter snowfall. We asked our new neighbors how bad the snowfall was here in Hickory. They - with absolute poker faces - all told us that it "NEVER snows in Hickory." They even faked a show of sadness, as if they regretted that "fact".

Grind, rasp, gritty skreech -
Sound our new snow shovel makes
On our new driveway.

Basho! Push shovel,
You'll make something wonderful -
a big ball of snow.