Wahconah Park, Cubs double A

The bat splintered into the infield
as  rain commenced. It was one clean motion
that glistened under the lights. Shards of wood
sparkled for a moment like fireworks
before the ground crew struggled, covering the mound too late.
Umbrellas sprung up in the stands
cascading summer water over innocent neighbors..
The three of us held freebie cushions over our heads
in a feeble defense.

Rafael Palmeiro? Mark Grace? Which year was it?
A runner stranded on second, stunned, dashing for the dugout
and therain stopping as quickly as it started
Leaving large puddles on the infield.