Rain, finally.
As if home

was returning
from battle–

the cold slick road
engulfed correctly

the familiar treachery
of a high mountain pass–

prodigal clouds
come back as if visitors.

Who knew this summer
could actually end?

A timely progression
of seasons, how strangely

normal. Still a headache
from yesterday’s smoke,

but seeing it, belief
and then such relief

despite white-knuckle
driving for hours after