Summer Rain Sounds

It's raining and the sound of rubber on asphalt is intruding
Into my morning meditation
Each car, each truck, carrying my neighbors to their important destinations
Announces it's passing presence with a thick wet swooshing.
I sit and listen in my kitchen, it's too warm out to close the door,
As they pass, a new swoosh every second, then a pause,
As red lights at both ends of the road hold back the travelers,
Until, from both directions, they all come at once,
meeting in front of my yard for a short time.
Enough time for me to wonder
Where they all are going.
What they all are doing?
Why am i the only one
Sitting alone on a sleepy Saturday?