As I look out the window to see

The darkness in front of me

I sense the coming hailstorm

Which will push aside this "norm"



- The temperature which has soared

From Spring's end to Summer galore

At the beginning of this very week

To numbers above 90 as we speak



Which has caused the well to run dry

And this affects the ability to ply

The taps - for they only trickle

And this has left me in a pickle



And so without water to run the day

This other well pours forth a tirade

As I search the heavens for this rain

So I can get going on other things again ...



- Tristram