There’s something about the almost rain
Storm-scented rain clouds carried in by the wind coat the air with thick humidity
Raindrops still clinging tightly to the haze, promising to fall, almost
There’s something about the almost spring
New buds crown through freshly laid mulch to greet the still-chilled air
Branches grow heavier with green than they stood yesterday
Yet still more brown than they will be tomorrow
There’s something about the almost home
The feeling as the car turns onto your street
You’re there
But you’re not there yet
There’s something about the almost showtime
Hurried crews sprint to reset as the opener leaves the stage
A hum of anticipation fills the venue as we sit collectively in the not-quite
There’s something about almost take-off, sitting on the tarmac
There’s something about the edge of the diving board, a deep breath before flying through the air
There’s something about the click of the track as the roller coaster climbs and then teeters on the brink
Almost
Slowly, and then all at once
Did you take a number?
Hurry up and wait
There’s something about the almost rain.