Now

The sky is growing darker

More quickly than it should at eight o’clock

At the end of May

The wind is picking up too

I am raking gobs of smelly dirt and seedlings

Out from the gutters

As fast as I can

Without really falling off of the ladder

It has rained a lot over the last few weeks and

The trees in the gutter didn’t just appear but

Now

This rain on the horizon

Is one rain too many

I have to clean the gutters

Now

Inside I can hear my son

Demanding the phone

He lost three months ago

Now

I feel water drop on my arms

But it is only my own sweat