Summer rain can fall
light and steady
Some are rain that can sound erratic,
tickety tack tick, a tiny racket, nature's static
the sound of small drops exploding on the ground
Some're rain that can draw herds of deer,
a wild turkey flock,
and a black bear, massive and indecisive,
running out from the trees and into farm fields,
first here then there,
under the cover of clouds and water logged leaves.
Summer rain can tangle with sweat in a merino wool jersey that can only get
from the edge of your cap to the tip of your nose
into your lap
in lines down arms and legs to toes
as if you showered in all of your clothes
Some rain can soothe
toil and hustle to climb ridges, peaks and pitches so steep that
you are not done yet and it seems never will be.
There is always another hill.
Riding in summer rain can sh-sh-shush the noise of the day
holding it at bay
making passing miles a time for passing smiles
between traveling friends
bringing each other up to date on the happenings of late
the transitions between beginnings and ends
Summer rains can pucker the mirror surface of a lake into a sheet of seersucker
like water logged skin.
Some rain can bring a slight chill when just standing still
sipping hot coffee
summoning the will to retake the course and
climb the next hill.
Summer rain can fade
into afternoon sun
as the hills shrink into the horizon
when the riding is done.