En route

Cruising from Nook to Derby
The sky ahead seems cloudy
Is it rain?
We get excited
But no
It gets us every year
This tricky haze of smoke

It's rising and blending with the clouds
The merge creates a blanketing fog
Proximally- in formation
Distally- widespread
Thermal pockets prevent the dissipation
And so the lingering mist

They tease and taunt
But the rains'll come
They'll be here
And we won't be fooled again
At the build up next year

"The wet is comin"
The locals yarn
"It'll be big this year, hey
It's just build up now but
Us mob can't wait for that day"