This sudden onslaught of clouds will part.
And the sun will beat down upon me again.
I will make my way cunningly, unfalteringly.
As I stride puddles, and all that would come in
my way.
The musky smell of the earth will rise to greet
me.
And not a drop will make me shiver.
But for now,
I wait in the shadows, sheltered.
For that one perfect moment.
I really, really wish I hadn’t forgotten my umbrella.
