Summer Showers


Beginning of summer
The storms would come
Fast and furious
Doing odd jobs
Working in the gardens
Yard work
You would hear the call
Laundry
Everyone would run
One hundred feet of linen and cotton
All hands
Pins flying
Linen bunched
Huge cold drops
One here one there
A warning
Downpour
Soaked we ran for the house
Panting and happy
Job done

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