The rains came.

They washed Spring from the air and ushered in Summer without prejudice.

The sage rejoices in choir with the sunflowers---

As do all the things that click in the grass and flit about the sky and glow in the sunlight that beams through a crack in a morning storm.

The breeze is cool and gently escorts the clouds to other places.

The air smells fresh; of damp earth and all that grows from it; of wild plum and new grass finding its green.

There never was a more perfect morning to wait for a train.

---RAM
Rick Malo©2026

Eastbound on the Panhandle Subdivision, BNSF Transcon at Coburn, Texas. June 2023.
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