A wall of clouds in the distance,
moving quickly, I can see.
A few minutes later,
It's right on top of me.

Pouring down,
then sprinkling lightly.
Least it could have done
is flash some lightning.

The howling winds pick up
and carry the clouds away.
It sure reminds me of
some day in May.

The first few months
went by in a flash,
but all I can recall
is a girl named Ash.

June's about over
and July's almost here.
I'm sure looking forward
to fireworks and beer.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson