I hate it when dogs try to predict the weather

There is a script for growing flowers and

It works

Rain or shine
Most of the time

As long as you and

The flower and

The soil and

The bugs and 

The kids and

The neighborhood dogs

All know your roles and

As long as one of those neighborhood dogs

Doesn't decide that it feels like a drought is in the air and

It might as well tear around in the garden bed

In a mad bit of 

Hardwired

Improvisation