After the lightning
igniting fires, after the storm,
a new day dawns
with hope
and a hint of change
from the blistering summer heat
with the equinox knocking
at the door, I think
of all the jobs earmarked
for years—our growing list
of work we’ve saved
for rainy days.
The prognosticators
are unusually quiet,
don’t dare say
when to expect a rain.
I keep adding to a list
that will outlive me.
drycrikjournal 
At this advanced age, I’m just realizing I didn’t have enough kids to get my list done.
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And, kids build their own lists in the same fashion. Rightly so.
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