Wake to downpour, drink slow coffee, step into drizzle. Run cold, hands in pockets. Trees-drip, gutters gurgle. Rain goes. Shift gear, arms up, what’s this? Just a jump from tractor power to free-plopping. Smile rise, grin bake, car swoosh, lights go green. Gear down, gear doWN, step into puddle. Laugh loud, clouds open – there, Scorpion’s stars. Home too soon. Sweat wet, nod to towel at the door. Tomorrow even more.