One crack of thunder, and it began to come down,
At the time of morning, when I start to make plans.
To visit my garden, combat the weeds,
Tie up some ‘maters, check the growth of green p’s.
To consider a ride versus family and needs,
Girls getting haircuts, there’s four boys to feed.
There’s anticipation, of a book to let go,
After numerous years of arranging just so.
There’s an Amos review, I’m fixin’ to write,
From a whirlwind trip, we took Tuesday night.
A reunion upcoming of classmates and peers,
It’s been in the making, for thirty-five years.
As quick as it started, the rain is now gone, but
after more than two weeks of travel, it’s good to be home.