Rainy Night In Thorntown

It's a rainy night in Thorntown out here on the plain. The corn is being harvested so the farmers curse the rain. Grain trucks race for the grainery to unload and go for more. Their tires hum on wet pavement their engines whine and roar. Marker lights like shooting stars as they race on through the night. Drivers wonder if they'll be home before the morning light. While here I sit all snug and warm sipping a nice hot cup. Wishing I was out there too diesel engine revving up. But I no longer jam the gears or race the morning sun. Age has finally caught up with me my race is almost done.