Whenever It Rains

Whenever it rains.
They all complain.

And then this happens.

And this.

And this.

And this.

I mean, it’s summer.

At least for now.

It gets hot.

Then a cold front comes through.
And it rains.

Where the hell have these people been?
Clearly not outside.

So I went over to Mount Auburn Cemetery.

To see all that green.

Before fall comes.

As it surely will.

Very, very soon.

So I just smile.

And I remember.

Whenever it rains.