... same old, same old, the wet
that keeps on keeping on;
the obdurate low stalled
to our West shows no sign

of moving more than a
slow drift south.  Maybe.  It
could meander back this
way or be replaced by

another:  just what we
wanted to hear.  Not.  The
wet pattern continues:
what the weatherman is

saying, anyway.  But
yesteday, the sun shone:
it was enough to get
out into the light:  no

rain for the first time in
days.  Too bad it didn't
last -- raining, again this
morning.  Oh, well:  enjoyed

it while we had it.  Red,
white, blue the colors of
the day, not just gray; soul
and parade grounds shook, not

with thunder, but with the
sound of freedom flying
overhead; nighttime skies
illuminated not

with thunder, but fireworks;
a good time had by all.
The year without summer
persists; not complaining:

it was nice to come out
of the dark while we could.

(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (7/5)