Guest Writer: Madison Wheatley Campbell

Everything we pass summers.
The sky is an expanse of muted gray,
Save for one patch of pink lemonade light.
The lightning dares the earth come alive,
But even the hard-worked fields sigh
Soaking in sweet May showers.
Raindrops sluggishly streak across my windowpane
As we travelers cruise into a tiny town,
Probably the fastest things around for miles.