We are waiting
for the thunder
it will come today
they said on the radio
but then they said
that yesterday
and also the day before

but maybe
the ants know something
for tonight they've come
out of the walls
and into the rooms
where they are
making for the windows
which are tight shut
against the torpid heat
against the heavy heat
of the night
the heat of
the heavy breathless night

the anvil cloud
full of fluffy white promise
suddenly evaporated
and the thunder didn't come

it will come tomorrow
or the next day
or the day after

so now we are waiting
for the thunder
with the ants

the ants
maybe they know something