Planning for rain that may never appear
A few scattered dark clouds are drawing near
A distant rumble heard on top the ridge
Thirsty culvert awaits under the bridge
The wind begins to tease with its breathe damp
What will the clouds mail?…With what kind of stamp?
Postage paid in droplets, or worse with hail
Secure valuables in case it does flail.
Good ol’ Sol is enjoying peek-a-boo
From behind a cumulous cloud or two
Both traveling with their best poker face
Rain or shine, chance of…propagate the place
The breeze now tickles me with colder air
Stop short by Sol who loves not playing fair.
The heat comes back as the atmosphere swirls
As a mother walks by with her twin girls.
The dog digs a cooler place for a nap
Observed another far off thunder clap.
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