In the Rain
Balancing your pocketbook,
Umbrella and a bag
While the wet relentless rain
Accosts you is a drag.
Whipping wind is adding fuel
To metaphoric fire.
Wish that where you’re going
There would be a waiting dryer.
Nothing you can do when days
Are windy, wild and wet
Except to know that once you’re soaked,
No wetter can you get!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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