Three short moments, and in each the speaker seems to be reaching for something just out of reach. In the first, rain falls but misses the speaker's lips, as if a drink or a blessing was offered and not quite received. The second stanza flips that feeling: "I have the weather / in a bag now" sounds playful and a little odd, as though the speaker has managed to collect the rain, or the day's atmosphere, and carry it around. The title suggests a farming practice, and the hoe in the last lines fits that, though the poem never spells it out.
The final image is the strangest. A thin hoe feels stranger than simply walking in dirt, perhaps because a tool puts a gap between the body and the ground. The mood is quiet, curious, and slightly dreamlike. The speaker seems close to the earth and weather, yet aware of the distance that remains, and oddly amused by it.