There's a chance of rain
As I step out the front door
With no umbrella
The warmth of summer
Embraces me from all sides
Clouds promise a storm
Everybody waves
In this town, my town, my home
I turn at the bridge
Past all the mowers
The joggers, the dog walkers
The funeral home
Now past the college
Empty of students for now
For another month
Huddled together
Cows exist under shade trees
A plane flies so low
Climb up the big hill
Up the street that overlooks
The small plane air field
Back down a main road
Where cars and semi trucks pass
Gifting small breezes
By the Riverside
Under trees filled with webworms
In their gauzy nests
Finally back home
Pull my shoes off, have a beer
It hasn't rained yet