A poem about rain

My friend Roberta Lynn, a poet, sent me the following:

Irish Weather
by Tess Gallagher

Rain squalls cast sideways,
the droplets visible
like wheat grains
sprayed from the combine.
As suddenly, sunshine.
If a person behaved
this way we'd call them
neurotic. Given weather, we gust
and plunder with only
small comment: it's
raining; sun's out.

"Irish Weather" by Tess Gallagher from Dear Ghosts. © Graywolf Press, 2006. Reprinted with permission.