Plans in the Rain   The smell of rain was heavy 'cross the land where robbers roost a single prairie dog stood tall to find some eats to boost   Back a notch, behind a rise, a coyote nipped at flies, In a stand of weathered trees two men planned a low surprise.   Talk was big as they puffed upon their hand rolled smoke words of easy pickings from bank trusting folk.   Two drifting cowboys out of work who needed jobs or money the approaching storm, like their hopes were, the opposite of sunny.   They knew the town ahead held money from honest work inside their hearts they knew the wrong of robbing from a clerk   but they rode ahead to find out how this would change their fate. One couldn't tell the other how he felt it was too late.   From the rain soaked street they stepped up to the front door of the bank when folks inside saw their guns they knew this was no prank.   But outside, folks had figured how to make them pay they were throwing up a barricade to hold the two at bay.   Inside the would-be robbers had had a change of heart "Sheriff, we surrender, we haven't been too smart."   So the sheriff locked them up and got to know 'em some and decided to give them one more chance not to be so dumb.   Now they are his deputies upholding every law always glad they met the man who now, was like their Pa.

©Steve Dirksen