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.