It's going to rain

 he was banging in a fence post with a mallet
Pulling the wire of the fence tight
ankle high grass seed head tapping on his boots
Sun causing him to squint

Thick hands and permanent facial expression
You can hear the far off bahhhhs and neehs
"whack" "whack" the fence post goes in another inch
calluses harden and the day wanders

The spring sky is absurd 
The man's eyes looks to rolling clouds
Turns throws steel headed mallet on truch deck
"Thomp" key turns "vroom" off he went

Dog awkwardly looks up at him from passenger seat
He glances toward him and back onto the narrow dirt road
Rearview mirror darkens as he descends the hill
"It's going to rain, pup" changed gear and spat out the open window