Hope drives
Early so-called summer
Too wet
Too windy
Too stormy
Too cantankerous
For walking
Let alone running
As Hope slows
at the crossing
We wave
Maybe in time
with the overworked wipers
Together wishing
for better weather
and the hope
that summer brings
Vin Maskell 
Your poem provided just what I needed today.
Thanks for sharing, Vin.
Hi Vin
I love hope 😘
Sent from my iPhone