What to call the storms that don't happen, the sky darkening, distant rumbles, the first few fat drops — and then no more. "Strom" perhaps? Akin to "strum" as in "strum and drang," the German phrase loosely translated as "storm and stress." I think also of the late senator Strom Thurmond, who caused some "strum" in his day.
Stroms are disappointing occurrences, or perhaps I should say non-occurrences. The swim is postponed. The plants, parched, still need watering. For nothing I drag the new green rocker off the deck and into the living room. (I've given up on the old green rocker with its creaks and peeling paint.) We wait for that which never comes.
The summer strom. Not for the faint-hearted.