As tumbleweeds start rollin' up against the fence.
Then the wind blows in a chill, and I catch a whiff of chlorophyll.
That storm must have dropped a streak of hail.
As the front draws closer still, lightning strikes just past the hill,
Hank crowds my leg, tryin' to hide his tail..."
- from An Inch or Two of Rain by Jerry Schleicher (1946-2015)