The end of May rose to 100 degrees.
By the next week, rain hit my aluminum roof
like spare change poured from a sack.
Within three days, the thermometer
bloomed to 100 again with rain
in the forecast for the first week of June.
Despite what they say, California has seasons.
A new one each week.
Posted for the dVerse on Jun 2 prompt on Rain Poetics by sarahsouthwest.