Mowing the Lawn after a month of rain

I couldn't mow the lawn

each day the rain streamed down the windows

I pressed my nose against the glass and pouted.

the grass kept growing, tall enough for the seed

heads to bend over in a humid, not wet, breeze.

my dog disappeared in the backyard,

only a black tail waved in the grasses.

the mower complained as I pushed her into

the tall stands of grass, I wonder where my 

lawnboy is,  he knows how to cut the grass.